In the right hand of Him on the throne,
A book written within and on the back,
Sealed with seven seals,
A mystery, a holy pact.
A strong angel with a loud voice proclaimed,
"Who is worthy to open this book?"
But no one in heaven, nor on earth, nor below,
Could open it or even look.
And I wept, oh how I wept,
No one worthy, no one found
But then a voice, a hope profound,
"Behold the Lion, the Root of David's ground."
In the midst of the throne and living beings,
Amidst the elders, a Lamb stood slain,
With seven horns and seven eyes,
The Spirits of God, across the earth they reign.
He came forth with power and might,
And took the book from the right hand of Him,
The Lamb who was slain, now full of light,
The seals to break, the story to begin.
And I wept, oh how I wept,
No one worthy, no one found
But then a voice, a hope profound,
"Behold the Lion, the Root of David's ground."
Oh the lion of Judah, the root of David's line,
Has prevailed, he has prevailed
To open the book and loose the seals divine,
He has prevailed, he has prevailed
And I wept, oh how I wept,
No one worthy, no one found
But then a voice, a hope profound,
"Behold the Lion, the Root of David's ground."
The lamb who was slain, now full of light,
With power and glory he stands in sight
He took the book from the right hand of him,
Let the story of redemption begin
Oh the lion of Judah, the root of David's line
The lamb who was slain, now full of light,
With power and glory he stands in sight
He took the book from the right hand of him,
Let the story of redemption begin
Oh the lion of Judah, the root of David's line