My God, my Love, my Lord,
Worshiped and adored
In end-time days,
We raise in one accord.
Our soon and coming King,
Hope-filled hosannas ring
The shaking systems of this world,
Your might unfolding and unfurled
Our redemption nearer brings.
Your second advent comes in power,
Approaching quickly is the hour
The fierce fury of evil’s fangs,
Creation’s sharp end-time birth pangs
Will crumble Babel’s tower.
In clouds of glory You’ll arrive,
A final war with evil strive
And so the kingdoms of this world,
Will at the feet of Christ be hurled
Your rule a rod of iron drive.
Then all men shall bend the knee,
At the King of kings’ decree
We triumphant in Your train,
Join joyfully Your righteous reign
A thousand years of victory.
O glorious day of Your unveiling,
In apocalypse You war unfailing
The Lion of Judah now has roared,
The gates of hell felled by His sword
We Our Holy Conqueror hailing.
Glory, glory, praise and thanks,
As You exert Your highest rank
Your Name above all other names,
All bowing low unto Your claims
We sing the song of endless thanks.
by Kristen Sykes