English poem
To the Lord Jesus, the Lamb of God, The song of the Church. Chap. 5. verse. 9
by Cotton Mather (1663–1728)
Thou worthy art to take the book, its seats to open too: For slain thou wast, to God us hast bought with thy blood also. From every tribe, and tongue, and folk, and nation, made us be Kings, priests also, our God unto; and reign on earth shall we.
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