What equal honors shall we bring To Thee, O Lord our God, the Lamb, When all the notes that angels sing Are far inferior to Thy Name? Worthy is He that once was slain, The Prince of Peace that groaned and died; Worthy to rise, and live, and reign At His Almighty Father???s side. Power and dominion are His due Who stood condemned at Pilate???s bar; Wisdom belongs to Jesus too, Though He was charged with madness here. All riches are His native right, Yet He sustained amazing loss; To him ascribe eternal might, Who left His weakness on the cross. Honor immortal must be paid, Instead of scandal and of scorn; While glory shines around His head, And a bright crown without a thorn. Blessings forever on the Lamb Who bore the curse for wretched men; Let angels sound His sacred Name, And every creature say, Amen.