In His hand He held the sharpest sword
And His robe it reached to the floor
With a belt of gold and feet like brass
I stood and watched in awe
His hair was white like the purest snow
And His face shone like the sun
With a mighty voice and blazing eyes
I fell before the risen One
Chorus
And I cried Holy Holy
Holy is the Lamb
I cried Holy Holy
Holy is the Lamb
Bridge
Now to Him who sits upon the throne
And to the Lamb
Be praise and glory honour and might
Forevermore amen
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