Four angels stand their place in the earth,
when the wind is to cease from the earth,
sea and tree

There shall arise yet a messenger of God,
Heralding harm,none, shall come
til God's Mark has been done
on the twelve tribes of Israel.

As an Army of People take their place,
before the throne,
Robed in white ,with branches swaying ,in their hand
Crying Salvation is, to our God on High,
And to His Holy Lamb.

Before the God of creation there fell rulers,
beast,and angels on their face.
Giving to the one who sits on high,
Blessings,glory and wisdom,
praise, honour,power and strength
To God forevermore amen.

Then a ruler,still in wonder ask aloud,who are they?
And where did they come from?
These are they who've won the battle,
these are they who've stood the test.
These are they ,his happy servants,
washed in the blood of the Lamb,
here and now ,before God, The Great I AM!