I see Him seated on the throne,
As untold voices rise and fall,
I feel the power of His song,
As we sing the Name above all.
Lord, how majestic is Your Name,
It is glorious and higher,
You have the Name above all names,
And we’ll praise Your Name forever.
The lightning has many colors,
There is thunder from angel’s wings,
But nothing quite matches the sound,
Of the Name sung by the redeemed.
In the presence of great wonders,
The heavens still declare Your praise,
The new earth has so much beauty,
But it’s Your Name our voices raise.
Behind the lines
O LORD, our Lord, how majestic is your name in all the earth (and heaven)!
You have set your glory above the heavens. Out of the mouth of babies and infants, you have established strength because of your foes, to still the enemy and the avenger.
When I look at your heavens, the work of your fingers, the moon and the stars, which you have set in place, what is man that you are mindful of him, and the son of man that you care for him?
Yet you have made him a little lower than the heavenly beings and crowned him with glory and honor. You have given him dominion over the works of your hands; you have put all things under his feet, all sheep and oxen, and also the beasts of the field, the birds of the heavens, and the fish of the sea, whatever passes along the paths of the seas.
O LORD, our Lord, how majestic is your name in all the earth! (Psalm 8 ESV)