There is a higher throne
than all this world has known,
where faithful ones from every tongue
will one day come.
Before the Son we’ll stand,
made faultless through the Lamb;
believing hearts find promised grace;
Hear Heaven’s voices sing;
their thunderous anthem rings
through emerald courts and sapphire skies;
their praises rise.
All glory, wisdom, power,
strength, thanks and honour are to God our King
who reigns on high
And there we’ll find our home;
our life before the throne.
We’ll honour him in perfect song
where we belong.
He’ll wipe each tear-stained eye
as thirst and hunger die.
The Lamb becomes our Shepherd King;
we’ll reign with him.