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 worth 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!