I See a Lamb

I see a lamb on the hills of Zion

Brought to the temple like many had been

Bound for the altar without spot or blemish

His blood will be spilled for their sins

I see a lamb dying again and again

I see a lamb on the hills of Zion

Shoulder the weight of a cross made of wood

Raised up to suffer and bleed for the worthless

Although He is Holy and Good

I see a lamb finish what no one else could

Sounding like thunder a rumbling grave

Jesus victorious mighty to save

Breaking through prison doors holding the keys

Oh sing hallelujah ye ransomed and free

Oh sing hallelujah ye ransomed and free

I see a lamb on the hills of Zion

Angels and saints lift His praise evermore

Now every song is a great celebration

Hear how His name is adored

I see a lamb reigning it’s Jesus our Lord