In an emerald bow, he sits on his throne
And his tone is like jasper and sardine stone
Four and twenty elders seated ‘round
All in white and each gold crowned
And from his throne, sounds of wonder
Voices mixed with lightning and thunder
Seven lamps burning before the throne
The Seven Spirits of God alone
Flames dancing on a crystal sea
Four beasts full of eyes watching me
Four winged beasts, four always spying
Lion, calf, man, and eagle flying
Always watching both night and dad
Altogether, they say
Holy, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty
Which was, and is, and is to come
With gratitude we honor you, we give you all the glory
O’ Creator of this holy kingdom
Four and twenty elders kneel
Unto God their hearts reveal
Praising the one who lives forever
With devotion none can sever
Casting their crowns beneath his bow of green
You are worthy, altogether they sing
Your favor’s worth more than all the world’s treasure
All is and was created for your pleasure
Holy, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty
Which was, and is, and is to come
With gratitude we honor you, we give you all the glory
O’ Creator of this holy kingdom
Poet Cea 