In ancient times the chosen race
Prepared Jehovah's dwelling place
The people feared the voice of Him
Who dwelt between the cherubim, the cherubim
But once a year their priest would hail
Almighty God beyond the veil
"Behold your King!" That shameful cry
Was echoed back as "Crucify!"
The blood was shed that could atone
The Lamb that was Jehovah's own, Jehovah's own
That darkest hour, His last exhale
Fulfilled God's plan and tore the veil
Now we, Jehovah's ransomed race
May enter His Most Holy Place
By faith our prayers ascend to Him
Who reigns among the seraphim, the seraphim
We boldly bow, and thus prevail
With God who dwells beyond the veil
Almighty God beyond the veil