The heavens above
Loudly declare
Of His great love
To which, none can compare
Glorious
Are You, oh my King
Glorious
Are You
Where do I begin
To tell of the story
Of how He saved me from my sin
And of His awesome glory
Glorious
Are You, oh my King
Glorious
Are You
And my heart
Cannot compose
How great thou art
Of that He shows
Glorious
Are You, oh my King
Glorious
Are You
The evening fades
The glory is there
The power invades
And shows the loving care
Glorious
Are You, oh my King
Glorious
Are You
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