This is the story of the Son of God hangin'on a cross for me
But it ends with a bride and groom and a wedding by a glassy sea
O, death, where is your sting?
Cause I'll be there singin:
Holy, holy
Holy is the Lord

This is the story of a bride in white waitin'on her wedding day
Anticipation welling up inside while her groom is crowned a King
O, death, where is your sting?
'Cause we'll be there singin:
Holy, holy
Holy is the Lord

Holy, holy
Holy, holy
Holy, holy is the Lord Almighty
Holy, holy!
Holy, holy!
Holy, holy is the Lord Almighty!
Who was, and is, and is to come!
Who was, and is, and is to come!
This is the story of the son of God hanging on a cross for me
And it ends with a bride and groom and a wedding by a glassy sea
This is the story of a bride in white waitin'on her wedding day
Altogether all that was, and is can stand before her God and sing:
Holy, holy
Holy, holy is the Lord Almighty