Son of Man, Son of Man on the throne today;

Son of Man, Son of Man on the throne today; Son of Man, Pioneer, He has led the way; Following, how we sing, Jesus leads us on; We are marching with the Victor to the throne.

On we go, on we go to the throne with Him; On we go, through this age, age so dark and grim; Then shall we-formerly, Satan's captured ones — Be exalted with the Lord upon His throne.

Called as sons, called as sons, destined to be kings; Called as sons, we've no time for the worldly things: Yet we know, it is so — we don't qualify! Thus the Lord must search and burn and purify.

Search and burn, search and burn all our inward parts; Search and burn, thoroughly, to refine our hearts; We'll not fear, but be clear — burning, searching thus Is the gracious visit of the Lord to us.

With the Man, with the Man is a rainbow fair; Glorious bow, 'round the throne, faithfulness declares: We deserved to be served with God's judgment sore. But we have been spared to praise Him more and more.