Angels crying "Holy" all around.
Elders at the Lamb's feet falling down.
Ten million and untold thousands more,
casting down their crowns
worthy to unseal the seven mysteries,
to open and to close the doors of history,
Watch the Worthy Rider wax victorious,
Nothing else could ever be that glorious,
Sons of men are melting as they see You,
Creation groaning, as its hope in Christ
is proved true.
Time becomes eternity,
O true believer, can't you see
it written here:
John beheld you safe
on that Great Day!
Yet, night soon comes and then
no one can work.
An Enemy waiting,
always on the lurk.
Hearts failing from the fear,
Hours, minutes, months or years?
None but God
know what time is left.
Men's awful date with hell
is ours to intercept
So snatch your neighbor's soul
from pending doom,
from empty, eternal horrifying gloom.
Labor in the fields of the Lord,
with sober, joyful hearts and love in one accord,
Holy, Holy, Holy is the Lord.
Holy, Holy, Holy is the Lord