The great day of his wrath has come
And who will be able to stand
Thus I saw the horse in a vision
Out of his mouth issued fire and brimstone
And I beheld and heard an angel singing
For the great day of his wrath has come
Cast their crowns before the throne
And unto you I say, you are worthy
And I will kill the child with death
And I will give them the morning star
Dost thou not judge and avenge us in blood?
A crown of glory that not fadeth away
For thy pleasure they are and were created
In sight like unto an emerald
And I heard a voice
A voice of great thunder
And I heard pillars of fire
And there appeared a great wonder in Heaven
A wonder that deceiveth the whole world
An image of the peace that shall smite the earth
With all form of plague
King of Kings, Lord of Lords
There shall be no more pain
Nor sorrow, nor death
For these former things have passed away
May your circle be unwoven
By and by Lord
Bye bye
May your circle be unwoven
By and by Lord
Bye bye
By and by Lord
Bye bye