Sounds of babes will ring through highest heavens,
calling man and beast to lay trouble and pain aside.
Calls of hallelujah will rise to the lamb upon the throne,
twenty-four constantly bowing, not a one in denial of his awe.
His truth and majesty reigning supreme.
Through highest heavens Hossana will rise to the throne,
nature and native land praising for beside him no one else is.
He is that is and is to come,
Bow! Worship through highest heavens.