The elders throne-ward fall in robes of light,
Their golden crowns they cast with trembling awe,
“Glory, honor, thanks,” their voices bright,
To Him who lives forever, free from flaw.
Four creatures, winged with might, lift blazing eyes,
“Holy, holy, holy is the Lord,” they sing,
“God Almighty, who was, and is,” their cries,
A timeless hymn through heaven’s arches ring.
“You are worthy, Lord,” the elders’ anthem flows,
“To receive all power, honor, glory’s due,
For by Your will all things were made to be,”
Their praise resounds where crystal skies renew.
Eternal anthems rise from star to star,
Christ Jesus shines, the anthem’s shining star.