1  The saints throughout the centuries

    Have praised the Lord that He,

    The Lamb of God, has saved us,

    From sin has set us free;

    Yet scarcely for the Lion

    Have we yet sounded praise,

    Though oft for our redemption

    We've all our voices raised.

 2  John wept as he considered

    That none the right did own

    The scroll to take and open,

    God's myst'ry to make known;

    No, none on earth nor heaven,

    Nor universe around —

    And we, too, would be weeping

    If none were worthy found.

 3  The universe, mysterious,

    Would be in darkness still,

    Could none break through to open

    The scroll, to show God's will;

    But, lo, the worthy Lion

    Of Judah hath prevailed

    The seven seals to open,

    And have the scroll unveiled.

 4  No longer now in darkness

    God's secret is enclosed,

    But to our inner vision

    It's open, full, disclosed;

    Our hearts are for this purpose,

    Our lives are for His plan;

    And for this revelation

    We praise the Lion-Lamb!

 5  The four-and-twenty elders

    All fall before that sight.

    The living creatures praise Him,

    Who rest not, day nor night.

    So let us join their praises

    To Him who loosed God's plan;

    We'll lift with theirs our voices

    To praise the Lion-Lamb!