Scroll and the Lamb
In the center of the throne,
A scroll with seals tightly shown.
"Who is worthy to break these?"
Heaven wept, none could appease.
Then the Lamb, once slain,
Stood in power, bore our pain.
Worthy is the Lamb to open the scroll,
Redeemer, Victor, God's glorious goal.
Elders bow, the creatures sing,
Praises to the Lamb, they bring.
Golden bowls full of prayers,
Incense rising, God's own heirs.
Then the Lamb, once slain,
Stood in power, bore our pain.
Worthy is the Lamb to open the scroll,
Redeemer, Victor, God's glorious goal.
Elders bow, the creatures sing,
Praises to the Lamb, they bring.
Golden bowls full of prayers,
Incense rising, God's own heirs.
Then the Lamb, once slain,
Stood in power, bore our pain.
Worthy is the Lamb to open the scroll,
Redeemer, Victor, God's glorious goal.
"See the Lion from Judah's line,
Root of David has prevailed."
Heaven's chorus in awe combine,
Worship the Lamb, forever hailed.
Every tribe, tongue, and nation,
Gathered in adoration.
The Lamb who was slain, now reigns,
With wisdom, strength, and endless days.
Then the Lamb, once slain,
Stood in power, bore our pain.
Worthy is the Lamb to open the scroll,
Redeemer, Victor, God's glorious goal.
Worthy to receive power and wealth,
Wisdom, strength, honor, and health.
Blessing, glory, all are His due,
Lamb of God, forever true.