O God of every lofty mountain
And all low-hanging mist
By You all things were made
And in You all things do exists
You rule o'er every towering mountain
Each blade of grass and flower
And all creation does declare
Your majesty and power
O God who walked redemption's road
While beaten, ripped and torn
Thorns on Your head, cross on Your back
Bearing ridicule and scorn
There upon the cursed tree
A sacrifice of love
Was spilled out for all mankind
The Lamb's own perfect blood
O God of perfect holiness
Of righteousness and light
Before You imperfections quake
And darkness flees at Your sight
Who can stand before the Truth
Your judgments all are pure
In You there is no shadow
Every word You speak is sure
O God whose reign will rule the world
Who's coming back again
Every tongue will declare Your glory
And before You every knee will bend
Your kingdom will not falter
Your rule, it knows no bounds
As our praises rise before You
The earth trembles at the sound
O God of all that was and is
And that will ever be
Let me not forget to wonder
That You stoop to talk to me
In light of all You are
And all the mighty things You do
May every fiber of my being
Become a act of praise to You

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