The poem celebrates God’s triumphant call to holiness, ringing out with the command “Be holy, for I am holy.” It rejoices in the saints’ victorious journey, their spirits ablaze with divine grace as they rise above weakness to reflect His radiant purity. With exultant steps, they follow His flawless light, conquering sin and claiming a sanctified path to mirror His sacred heart in joyous triumph.

A anthem rings through heaven’s boundless dome,
“Be holy, for I am,” the Savior cries,
With joy the saints arise from earthly loam,
Their spirits soar where victory never dies.
No chains of dust can dim their radiant cheer,
His holy fire ignites their hearts to sing,
Through every storm, his grace a banner clear,
They dance the path where freedom’s echoes ring.
He leads in triumph, pure and undefiled,
A king who crowns their souls with light divine,
Each step a shout, each trial now beguiled,
In holiness their lives with his entwine.
For he is holy, conqueror supreme,
And saints rejoice in his eternal gleam.