What will it be like in that abode?
When chanting hymns of praises and glory.
Exalting thy great name on high
On the day of never ending joy.

Angels will begin to sing a new song
The throne will teach us a new dance
Clouds will rub against each other to create claps
And we’ll follow the tune by making a new rap.

Strong winds will blow us along
The sorrows within us will wither
For our earthly fellows and friends
Who will never know the sweetness of that land.

The song of Moses will come to us
However that of the Lamb will be inescapable
Gory, glory, that’s how it will start.
Holy, holy, that’s how it will end.