To Thee, most ho-ly, and most high
To Thee, we bring our thank-ful praise;
Thy works de-clare Thy Name is nigh,
Thy works of won-der and of grace.
Let haught-y sin-ners sink their pride,
Nor lift so high their scorn-ful head;
But lay their fool-ish thoughts a-side,
And own the King as God has said.
Such hon-ours nev-er come by chance
Nor do the winds pro-mo-tion blow;
'Tis God the Judge doth one ad-vance,
'Tis God that lays an-oth-er low.
No vain pre-tence to roy-al birth
Shall fix a ty-rant on the throne:
God the great Sov-ereign of the earth
Will rise and make His jus-tice known.
His hand holds out the dread-ful cup
Of ven-geance, mixed with var-ious plagues,
To make the wick-ed drink them up,
Wring out and taste the bit-ter dregs.
Now shall the Lord ex-alt the just,
And while He tram-ples on the proud,
And lays their glo-ry in the dust,
My lips shall sing His praise a-loud.
*Music: Composed March 2007 by Mitch Cervinka. Donated to the Public Domain for the unrestricted use of Christ's church.