The tabernacle of testimony opens in the height of heaven. Seven angels walk from glory bearing seven final plagues. Pure bright linen clothes them; golden girdles mark their charge. One living creature gives the bowls filled with eternal wrath. The Temple Filled with Smoke The appointed hour has come upon the earth. True and righteous are the judgments of the Lord. Let every kingdom tremble before his throne. Seven golden vessels pass into seven waiting hands. Smoke of glory and of power begins to fill the sanctuary. No mountain hides the heart from holy light. The Judge of all the earth remembers every deed. No one enters till the final plagues have finished every work. The sealed temple stands behind the angels moving toward the earth. The Temple Filled with Smoke The appointed hour has come upon the earth. True and righteous are the judgments of the Lord. Let every kingdom tremble before his throne. The Temple Filled with Smoke