Most High

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O LORD, Most High, in majesty,
What wonder?
What splendor?
What beauty meets our eyes?
In majesty,
In majesty, Most High.

O LORD, Most High, be exalted,
Hear our hearts,
Hear our songs,
Hear as our praises rise,
Be exalted,
Be exalted, Most High.

O LORD, Most High, You won’t be moved,
In wisdom,
In fairness,
In wrath Your justice flies.
You won’t be moved,
You won’t be moved, Most High.

O LORD, Most High, we praise Your Name,
For Your pow’r
For Your strength,
For Your grace and new life,
We praise Your Name,
We praise Your Name, Most High!

Behind the lines

In Psalm 21 the anointed king (David) sings to the King and rightly acknowledges the victory over His enemies belongs to the strength of the Most High. In the last verse (v13), he includes everyone so all the people can praise the Most High.

For when the king sings to the Most High King all the people rejoice and sing along.

O LORD, in your strength the king rejoices,
and in your salvation how greatly he exults!
(Psalm 21:1 ESV)

For the king trusts in the LORD,
and through the steadfast love of the Most High he shall not be moved.
(Psalm 21:7 ESV)

Be exalted, O LORD, in your strength!
We will sing and praise your power.
(Psalm 21:13 ESV)

Habakkuk’s Song

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LORD, here I stand in awe of You,
I’ve heard the report of Your fame,
In Your wrath remember mercy,
And revive the fear of Your name.

Your splendor reigns in the heavens,
Creation is full of Your praise,
Your brightness outshines ev’ry sun,
And Your flames dance like solar rays.

LORD, grant me a right perspective,
May I trust in Your sovereign plans,
The righteous live by faith in You,
And salvation is in Your hands.

Your judgment will come like a plague,
When You rise the nations shiver,
Mountains will break and then scatter,
And the earth will shake and quiver.

Though the fig tree never blossoms,
Though there is no fruit on the vine,
Even when the flocks have perished,
And there is no food I can find…

Yet, I will rejoice in You, LORD,
You are my hope through Your justice,
I will sing of Your salvation,
And rejoice in Your righteousness!

Two Songs

audience-868074_1920Happy songs have grown silent,
Their melodies are lost,
Justice flows down in violence,
Like God’s wrath to the cross.

Judgment turns joy to mourning,
Voices cry with lament,
There’s a flood of fear falling,
A lyric of regret.

And the song goes on and on,
It goes on and on,
On and on.

But happy songs never cease,
From the stage near God’s throne,
Where thousands rise from their seats,
With the band called His Own.

For when His Own play their strings,
In chords of righteousness,
Undeserving voices sing,
Of Christ and holiness.

And the song goes on and on,
It goes on and on,
On and on.

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