All glory be to Christ, My King.

All glory be to Christ, my King,

the Savior for whom my soul does sing. Not the whispers of man, nor fleeting lore, but the truth in Him my heart implores.

I trust not tales that others weave,

But in His Word, I deeply believe.

For He is the light that breaks the night, the love that brings the blind to sight.

My soul, it longs for none but Him, A thirst that fades not, deep within. He saved me from the grip of death and sin, And gave my spirit eternal breath.

Oh, beauty vast, beyond compare, a love divine, so rich, so rare. No mortal tongue can dare express the boundless depths of Christ’s loving care.

Let all the earth and heavens cry,

“All glory be to Christ on high!”

My Savior, my King, my life, my song, to You my praise shall ever belong.  Justine Wisdom | Made For Battle

My Lord, My God, My Savior.