In royal robes of grace, we stand redeemed,
Crowned heirs by blood that flowed from Calvary’s tree,
Once lost in shadow, now in light supreme,
Awakened souls set fervently to be
A living flame, a chase without a cease,
Pursuing Him who first pursued our heart—
With passion fierce, through storm and through sweet peace,
We run the race, nor ever shall depart. 

No fleeting whim, this fire that burns within,
But holy zeal, kindled by heaven’s breath,
To magnify the King who conquered sin,
And draw all eyes to His victorious death. 

May every step, each word, each prayer we raise,
Crown Him with glory through our endless days.