The nations shall see us justified
And all kings our glory
And we shall be called by a new name
Which the mouth of the Lord shall give
We shall be a crown of beauty
In the hands of the Lord
And a Royal Diadem in the hands of God

And we shall be called a holy one
The redeemed of the Lord
And we shall be called a sought out
A city not forsaken
We shall be a crown of beauty
In the hands of the Lord
And a Royal Diadem in the hands of God