He rides the chariot of clouds
The thunder rumbles and resounds
And when he speaks the deer gives birth
The mountains melt into the earth

Holy, holy
Holy, holy
Holy, holy
Holy, holy

All the prophets of false gods
Their legs grow weak and strength gives out
From picking up their graven image
Falling down on to the ground

Holy, holy
Holy, holy
Holy, holy
Holy, holy

Holy, holy
All I can sing
Holy, holy
Creation sings
Holy, holy
The heavens ring
Holy, holy

Holy, holy
All I can sing
Holy, holy
Creation sings
Holy, holy
The heavens ring
Holy, holy, holy, holy, holy

Holy, holy
All I can sing
Holy, holy
Creation sings
Holy, holy
The heavens ring
Holy, holy

He rides the chariot of clouds
The thunder rumbles and resounds