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 palm sceptre 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,
Triumphant in the sky