I call forth glory, deep and wide,
From heaven’s throne to earth’s divide.
Within me, above me, beneath my feet,
Behind, before—His presence meets.
Open heavens, roar and shine!
Beauty, fire, power divine.
Thunder rolls, and lightning breaks,
The Most Holy One awakes.
I am His vessel, His dwelling place,
Marked by fire, sealed by grace.
Where I stand, His kingdom reigns,
Where I move, His power remains.
The earth is filled, the waters rise,
His glory seen in endless skies.
No place untouched, no space unclaimed,
The Lord Most High is ever famed.

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