The oceans give up of the dead that are in them.
Graves open wide to set captives free,
and those who are roaming the earth rise to meet them;
Abraham's seed as the sands of the sea.
These are they who have come out of great tribulation.
They have washed their robes in the blood of the Lamb.
They have come through much sorrow into great jubilation.
They're redeemed by the blood of the Lamb.
And like a strong and mighty army their voices are ringing.
Oh great cloud of witnesses they sing freedom's song,
as they enter the country built by their own fathers,
the promissed homeland they've looked for... so long.
All the strangers and all the pilgrims, though they'll be no longer strangers,
all the tired and the weary wanderers, they'll wander no more.
The table is spread for the great celebration
and the welcome home banner flies over the door.