Before the mountains and the sea, before the land and sky,
before the worlds were called to be by ancient, sov’reign cry,
from days of old, for years untold - the Father, Spirit, Son -
the radiance of Your glory none had seen.
Then from the dust, first man You made, and from the rib his wife.
The garden You made their domain, that they might give it life.
You bid them spread to ev’ry end, to make Your glory known,
that all who bear Your image would proclaim:
Holy is the everlasting God,
enthroned above, yet near the humble heart.
He reigns, oh let the earth rejoice,
let all his people lift their voice:
Holy is the everlasting God.
Your name was marred by man’s disgrace,
Your righteousness we scorned.
But taking flesh, taking our place, in Christ our sin was borne.
In Him our death was put to rest, in love He took our nails.
By faith we rise with Him who overcame.
Your gospel goes to spread Your fame to ev’ry tribe on earth,
that all who hear the Savior’s name behold His endless worth.
From Calv’ry’s hill the earth will fill with the glory of our God,
when every nation joins in heaven’s praise: