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)

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Ride on, Ride on in Majesty

Henry Hart Milman (1791–1868) wrote what many consider the best Palm Sunday hymn ever. I like the up and down movement his poetry creates. As we’re riding along on the donkey we see the palms scattered on the ground, we sense the lowliness of Christ knowing what difficulty lies ahead, then we’re taken up to angels watching with great interest, while the Father observes knowing He must soon pour out His wrath on His Son. Then, in the last verse, we’re brought down to complete the ride to the cross where Jesus bows his head in death, only to rise again to reign victorious.

Ride on, ride on in majesty!
Hark, all the tribes hosanna cry,
Thy humble beast pursues his road,
With palms and scattered garments strowed.

Ride on, ride on in majesty!
In lowly pomp ride on to die,
O Christ thy triumph now begin,
O’er captive death and conquered sin.

Ride on, ride on in majesty!
The winged squadrons of the sky,
Look down with sad and wond’ring eyes,
To see the approaching Sacrifice.

Ride on, ride on in majesty!
Thy last and fiercest strife is nigh;
The Father on his sapphire throne,
Awaits his own anointed Son.

Ride on, ride on in majesty!
In lowly pomp ride on to die;
Bow thy meek head to mortal pain,
Then take, O God, thy power and reign.

All Creation Sings

The fields wave, the waters roar,
Making joyful noises to our Lord,
The mountains rising from the sea,
And they’re pointing to His majesty.

And You have done such marvelous things.

Hallelujah, for Your glory,
All creation sings to You.
Hallelujah, for Your glory,
All creation sings to You, sings to You.

The image of a holy God,
With His fingerprints on each of us,
Created by Him, so wondrously,
And we’re pointing to His majesty.

The power of God in a glorious display
The beauty of heavens yet unseen
There’s no excuse to bring.

Our hearts of stone were dead and cold,
Until quickened by our sovereign Lord.
New life raising from sin set free,
And we’re pointing to His majesty.

Behind the lines

Co-written with David Ennis and Drew Pearce. You may listen to a sketch of the song here (Drew’s vocals).

For what can be known about God is plain to them, because God has shown it to them. For his invisible attributes, namely, his eternal power and divine nature, have been clearly perceived, ever since the creation of the world, in the things that have been made. So they are without excuse. (Romans 1:19-20 ESV)

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