He rides on the wings of the Cherubim
His glory fills all the Earth
The sound of his voice like a thunderous sea
is pounding upon the shore
Chorus;
Sing all Creation, Sing praises to his name
Sing all peoples, give honor to his name
His face is like lightning
His body like beryl
His eyes are like great lamps of fire
His arms and his feet
Are like fine polished brass
in a blazing red hot pyre.
The Ancient of days on a fiery throne
His glory cannot be contained
Like diamonds that shimmer with a Sardis hue
in a rainbow of emerald jewels
And the Cherubim protect his throne
The seven spirits are his own
Lightning, Flashing, Thundering
The Heavenly host is trembling!
He rides on the wings of the Cherubim
His Glory fills all the Earth
The sound of his voice like a thunderous sea
is pounding upon the shore.
And the train of his robe fills the Judgment Hall
The Seraphim answer his call
Lightning, Flashing, Thundering
The Universe is trembling! |