Glory Be To Jesus

Glory, glory, glory,
Be to Jesus the Lord of all.
He’s the center of every story,
And at His feet we’re made to fall.

When we fancy ourselves the center,
Of this great big universe,
It serves to act as a preventer,
Of the praise we are meant to disburse.

To revel in glory, we were created;
Not ours, but that of God.
But we have all become self-inflated,
And into death we have trod.

We were also created to love,
And walk hand in hand with the Lord.
But Him away, from us, we did shove,
When His loving commands we ignored.

But praise be to our Father in Heaven,
For though our ransom was infinitely high priced,
He sent His Son to consume our sin’s leaven,
And His name is King Jesus the Christ.

Glory, glory, glory,
Be to King Jesus the Brave.
He’s majestic, holy and what’s more He,
Bore our sin and conquered the grave.

In our place He was killed and beaten,
But by the serpent He was not devoured.
With the cross He defeated that cretin,
And mightily, death, overpowered.

Entombed and in grave clothes He stayed not,
But in three days, to life, rose back up.
With His blood, back from death, us He has bought,
And in His kingdom, with Him, we shall sup.

All who repent and trust Christ are restored,
To the place we’re made to occupy;
To glorify Him Who by Heaven’s adored,
And to praise and lift His name up high.

When we worship God by Whom we’re created,
Walking with Him and praising His Name,
Our thirst for glory is, abundantly, sated,
And our hearts, with ecstatic joy, are inflamed.

Glory, glory, glory,
Be to Jesus the Most High King.
Come everyone whether youthful or hoary,
Repent of sin and with all Heaven, sing.