Power and Majesty Bow
Let every force of nature pause and know its place—
The thunder holds its voice,the whirlwind slows its pace.
Let every crown of empire,every scepter, every throne,
Be laid down in the dust before the King alone.
Power and majesty—they are not independent things,
But borrowed attributes from the true King of kings.
They find their source and purpose,their beginning and their end,
In Him who was and is to come,the sinners’ faithful Friend.
Yours, Lord, is the greatness and the power and the glory and the majesty and the splendor, for everything in heaven and earth is yours. (1 Chronicles 29:11)
The mountains melt like wax before the Lord of all the earth.
The oceans roar His glory,proclaiming His great worth.
The star-flung skies but whisper of the edges of His ways,
And all created splendor is the echo of His praise.
But wonder of all wonders, this sovereign, mighty King
Wore our frail flesh,bore our disgrace, felt death’s most bitter sting.
The power that shaped the universe was nailed upon a tree,
And majesty embraced the cross to set the captive free.
Now, raised in glorious triumph, He holds the victor’s claim.
At the name ofJesus, power and majesty must bow in shame—
Transformed from tools of terror to instruments of grace,
As every knee acknowledges the wonder of His face.
So let my knee bow gladly. Let my heart its crown resign.
Let all my boast be swallowed in a praise that is not mine.
For in His humble victory,my true exalting lies—
Whenpower and majesty bow, the humble soul will rise.
All hail the King!
Amen.