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 bless??d help supply, That we may join that radiant host, Triumphant in the sky.