Black and White; silver and gold: those adorn Your royal throne room.
All the races of the whole human race, Saints we know and those we don't,
will fill Heaven and bow before Your glory.
We'll all share a different story of how You set us free.
It will be told, how our laurels and our crowns, will be cast down,
as nothing will match Your diadem, of them Celebrated and them unknown.
All poor and humble are to share Your matchless riches.
For all to be emancipated may receive grace.
