The holy Lamb of God is seated on his throne
Christ's saving work complete,
and it cannot be undone
I stand beside the peerless Son of God,
not a stranger but a brother,
held by the one who tasted death for all
How fleeting is my fealty to my God;
Why should rival kings enchant me?
Why must their grasp contest the grace of God?
My legs grow tired in chase; oh, why do I run?
I search for what you've already given to me
Oh, let me not forget: in Your hands rest victory
And in you hands I find I have all that I need
In Your glory, You are sovereign
What is man that you're mindful of him?
The radiance of God's glory is shown in Christ's face
that all things will bow in humbled worship
Who is our God that he's pursued us?
Let all that we are strive after that rest!
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