O Eternal Grace, beyond all time, You shaped the stars with hands sublime. No random fate, no stormy tide— But perfect will, where truth shall guide. You breathed the light into the skies, And taught the sun when it should rise. The moon obeys Your silent call, The heavens bow, the mountains fall. The angels soar on wings of flame, They chant Your praise, they bless Your name. With swords of peace and shields of light, They guard the souls through darkest night. The prophets walked with hearts so pure, Their words endure, their truths endure. They spoke of love, of sacred law, Of mercy deep that leaves us in awe. No wheel of chance, no blind deceit, But justice firm and grace complete. You lift the low, You crown the wise, You hear the orphan’s silent cries. O Lord of all, so vast, so near, You calm the storm, You crush the fear. We rise in hope, we kneel in prayer, To find Your light in every layer. No fleeting luck, no empty gain, But purpose carved in joy and pain. You write our names in books above, With ink of truth and boundless love. So let the choirs of heaven ring, Let every heart rejoice and sing. For You alone, the One, the True— All praise and glory rise to You.
