To God, our God,
We lift praises to Your name that is
like no other
The only name that matters.
We cannot fathom the glory of all
Your mighty works
Yet we are still in awe
As we are at the edge of something
immense and the only
Right reaction is to glorify Your name.
Your hands are the hands that put things
into order;
the hands that hold the whole world
and moves it as You please
God, You are the God who humbles
the proud
God, You are the God who is stronger
than the boasts of any man
For who is he compared to You?
For who is he to stand a chance against
Your might?
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