Holy, Holy, Holy Lord

The powers of heaven bow, and thrones are set in place
The Father seated at the centre
Ten thousand thousands bring an endless hymn of praise
Singing, "Holy, holy Lord."

And from his throne goes forth a blazing stream of flame
And his is blessing, power and honour
Who will not fear this God and glorify his name
Singing, "Holy, holy Lord?"

Then to the great I AM
One like a Son of Man
Is borne up on the clouds of glory
The heavens silent fall
Then "worthy" comes the call
And all the throne room cries out, "Holy!" 

All hail the victory of the Lamb
Creation's king whose blood has foiled the serpent's plan
Raised up to sit at God's right hand
Holy, holy, holy Lord!

You are the first and last
Your kingdom shall not pass
Your reign established for the ages
Our Saviour crucified
Your wounds now glorified
Enthroned upon your people's praises

All hail the victor, Jesus Christ
Creation ransomed in your sovereign sacrifice
Your death triumphant wins us life
Holy, holy, holy Lord!

All hail the victory of the Lamb
Creation's king whose blood has foiled the serpent's plan
Raised up to sit at God's right hand
Holy, holy, holy Lord!
Holy, holy, holy Lord!