One Lamb

Do you believe, do you believe, do you believe

You’re going home, you’re going home

You’re going, you’ll be going home?

Do I believe, do I believe

I’m going, that I’m going home?

Certain’s the new Jerusalem

For now God makes His dwelling with men

As He reigns over them

A place where God will wipe ev’ry tear

No more death will they fear, boldly they can draw near

And at its centre

One Lamb on the Throne, God Himself is reigning

His face will be known, no more sin remaining

“I’m making all things new” says He

Whom I nailed to a tree

As He died, saving me.

Gold streets, pearl gates, the River of Life

There’s an end to all strife, God’s great glory is rife

And all because of

One Lamb on the Throne, God Himself is reigning

His face will be known, no more sin remaining

Though we say that we do

Do we live like it’s true?

We’re going home, we’re going home

We’re going, we’ll be going home