Out of the 12 tribes the Remnant stands tall,
Symbolic in number, one forty four thousand strong,

Original branches grafted with the wild,

To Abraham’s Seed, the Living Vine.

 

From the crystal sea, before God’s throne,

Echoes songs which no one could learn,

Songs of deliverance from the beast and his mark,

The songs of Moses and the Lamb.

 

Oh, one forty four thousand  sing with your harps,

Lift up your heads, let God’s seal shine,

Victors over the beast and his mark,

As the Lamb’s entourage you’ll forever abide.

 

Your bitter experience will not be repeated,

Never will you suffer from hunger and thirst,

The sun, though bright, won’t scorch you with heat,

The Lamb will care for you and be in your midst.

 

Oh, one forty four thousand  sing with your harps,

Lift up your heads, let God’s seal shine,

Victors over the beast and his mark,

As the Lamb’s entourage you’ll forever abide.

 

‘Tis a thrilling thought we’re living in the end,

And God’s 4 angels are holding the winds,

To seal his elect with His mark on their forehead,

His law and testimony they will keep ‘til the end.

 

Oh, one forty four thousand  sing with your harps,

Lift up your heads, let God’s seal shine,

Victors over the beast and his mark,

As the Lamb’s entourage, you’ll forever abide.

 

[Outro]

Obtain treasures – gold tried in fire,

White raiment without stain, and salve for blindness,

Redeem the time for it is short,

Soon the skies will unfurl to reveal our Lord.