To the only God, our Savior,
a single throne of boundless light,
where mercy bends the knee to might—
be glory, like a river’s roar
that carves the canyon of the night.

Be majesty, a mountain crowned
with snow that never melts away,
its silence louder than the fray
of empires rising, falling down.

Be power, thunder in the vein
of stars that pulse yet never die,
a heartbeat echoing on high
through galaxies that sing Your reign.

Be authority, the quiet word
that stills the storm and calms the sea,
the verdict spoken eternally
before the first and final bird.

All this through Jesus Christ our Lord,
the bridge of flesh from dust to throne,
the Lamb enthroned, the cornerstone—
His wounds the seal, His blood the chord.

Before all ages, ere the flame
of morning lit the virgin sky,
Your purpose hummed, Your love drew nigh;
now, in the heartbeat of our frame;
and forevermore, when time is done,
the echo answers, “It is won.”

Amen.