In the temple of the proud, where the idol Dagon stood so tall, Ark of covenant placed before him, glory shook the hall. First light, he fell face-down, broken neck before the Lord's might twice the crash, the false god tumbled—humility in the night. Bend the knee, bend the knee—every knee shall bow to the King! Every tongue confess Jesus Lord, let the heavens ring! Better now in willing worship, than in death's unyielding chain Bend the knee, O soul, and rise—eternal life to gain! Bend... bend... the knee! From the dust where idols crumble, to the throne where mercy flows, No more bowing to the empty, only to the One who knows. Dagon's fall a warning echo, false gods shatter at His gaze, Choose the kneel in freedom's fire—worship sets the soul ablaze. Bend the knee, bend the knee—every knee shall bow to the King! Every tongue confess Jesus Lord, let the heavens ring! Better now in willing worship, than in death's unyielding chain Bend the knee, O soul, and rise—eternal life to gain! Bend... bend... the knee! Philistines fled the Ark's fierce presence, tumors plagued their land so wide Sent it back on cart and cows, golden guilt they could not hide. Humility's the high road, submission the warrior's might, Bend before the Lord of glory—victory in the fight! No force can stand when the Name is spoken, every high thing brought low, From the temple's fallen idol to the heart's surrendered throne, Kneel in life for heaven's welcome, not in judgment's cold delay, Bend the knee in joyful freedom—rise in His eternal day! Bend the knee, bend the knee—every knee shall bow to the King! Every tongue confess Jesus Lord, let the heavens ring! Better now in willing worship, than in death's unyielding chain (Phil 2:10-11), Bend the knee, O soul, and rise—eternal life to gain! Bend... bend... the knee! (Bend forever—His reign!) Bend the knee... every tongue... amen. "His name... victory..."