Enthroned Is Jesus Now,
Upon His Heavenly Seat;
The Kingly Crown Is On His Brow,
The Saints Are At His Feet.

In Shining White They Stand,
A Great And Countless Throng;
A Palmy Scepter In Each Hand,
On Every Lip A Song.

They Sing The Lamb Of God,
Once Slain On Earth For Them;
The Lamb, Through Whose Atoning Blood,
Each Wears His Diadem.

Thy Grace, O Holy Ghost,
Thy Blessed Help Supply,
That We May Join That Radiant Host.