Glory to the hands that heal the torn
Glory to One whose feet could walk beyond the shore
Glory to voice who calls the storms
To rumble in the sky
Our hearts cry

Glory to heart that died alone
Glory to the memory that would not let us go
Glory to one who calls us home
where we will meet someday

Glory to the one who gave his
Life and limb (blood) and love to save us
Ancient as the oceans tide
But new today his love reminds that
Kingdoms rise and kingdoms crumble
Men are high and men are humbled
After all has fallen may our only anthem be

Oh all glory be, to you our king
May our worship be, an offering
Oh all glory be, to you our king
May the whole earth sing, to you
Glory be


(Chris Wilson, Hunter Smith)