Heaven is opened as angels applaud.
Veil torn asunder for views of the Lord.
How can it be that a sinner like me
Should gaze on the things of eternity?
Who's worthy of it all?
Upon His breast I laid my head, this Son
Whose shining face, like His created sun,
Fells me, as dead, beside once pierced feet,
That crushed Satan, enforcing his defeat.
He's worthy of it all.
Who is this One that's like a Lamb once slain?
Astonished angels tremble at the stain
Of blood that means more than the world to me
And ushers me into heav'ns majesty.
He's worthy of it all.
Strange creatures worship You, the King of Kings,
While angels shield their faces with bright wings.
The elders' crowns are thrown before Your throne
Blessing and glory, thanks are Yours alone.'
You're worthy of it all.
From Ghana and Zimbabwe to Beijing
Akan and Shona blend with Mandarin
Their voices like so many waters roar
Redeemed by blood they bow down and adore.
You're worthy of it all.