The heavens declare Your glory, the morning speaks Your praise, the sunrise spills across the mountains like a song of endless grace. The oceans thunder of Your power, the fields rejoice in living green, all creation wears the fingerprint of the Holy One unseen. The moonlight testifies in stillness, the stars shine out Your majesty, and every breath that fills my body is borrowed from eternity. If the stones would cry Your greatness, if the skies can lift Your fame, then let my life join in the anthem, let my heart exalt Your name. I will not stay silent, I will not hold back, for the Lord of all creation is the Lord who knows my name. The heavens declare You are holy, the earth replies You are King. And I will sing with all creation, glory, glory to the risen King. Empires fall and time keeps moving, nations rise and disappear, but Your throne remains unshaken through the passing of the years. No one matches all Your wisdom, no one rivals all Your might, yet You bend toward broken people and You call us into light. How amazing is Your kindness, how unfathomable Your ways, that the God who formed the planets would receive a childlike praise. So I offer what I carry, small beside Your endless worth, trusting You delight in worship born from dust redeemed on earth. I will not stay silent, I will not hold back, for the Lord of all creation is the Lord who knows my name. The heavens declare You are holy, the earth replies You are King. And I will sing with all creation, glory, glory to the risen King. Holy, holy, Lord Almighty, who was and is and is to come. Holy, holy, Lord Almighty, all the earth will praise the Son. Holy, holy, Lord Almighty, none beside You, only One. The heavens declare You are holy, the earth replies You are King. And I will sing with all creation, glory, glory to the risen King. Glory, glory… to the risen King.
