One day every knee will bow
And every tongue confess
That you are Lord of all we see
A King, who reigns with righteousness
The angels gather, throngs will sing
With adoration, to this King
Who, with selfless grace did fling
Away His rights and humbly stay
On earth as man, with men to live
His very flesh and blood to give
And make a way that we might see
His glory for eternity
That we, no better than the mud
Are chosen His eternal bride
Is like a story from a dream
A dream that waking does not fade
But we, with unveiled faces shine
The brighter as He draws us nigh
And as the flower tracks the sun
Our hearts are ever His alone
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