Holy, holy, holy is the Lord, the earth is filled with His glory!
Painting the skies with majesty, such is his forte
Before all who ever lived and were, stood Jesus
And He will still stand when all else is turned to dust
Outside of time and space, our words cannot praise
Near enough, the glory of your face.
Holy Father of light, from darkness you call first
And lo, the darkness to light gave birth
At your will you speak, and all do tremble
When Christ returns, every nation and tongue will assemble
They will confess, “Your Majesty and Holiness
You are the greatest, the brightest, the strongest and the best
Our words cannot describe your Holiness”
From least to greatest, this will they confess,
“Jesus, you are Lord, Master, God and King.”
This they will confess whether they be willing
Before the throne, where endless praises roll
Where the Lamb of God is sitting upon the throne
Where tongue will fail to describe the power of his presence
And all they can do is bow down and make obeisance
But who are we? O Lord, that you are mindful of us?
We are nothing, just children of dust?
We stumble and fall. We are so weak.
Yet to us from the throne does grace leap.