The psalms foretold a King of old,
who stoops to lowly birth;
the Lord of all, whom worlds behold,
His glory fills the earth,

His glory fills the earth,
His glory, His glory fills the earth.

And all the kings fall lowly down,
and bring their gold of worth;
the nations serve, and spread renown,
His glory fills the earth,

His glory fills the earth,
His glory, His glory fills the earth.

His name endures while ages run,
by ransomed hearts on earth,
and stands as long as burns the sun,
His glory fills the earth,

His glory fills the earth,
His glory, His glory fills the earth.

Now blest be His glorious name,
the Babe who fills the earth;
let all the nations bless the same,
His glory fills the earth,

His glory fills the earth,
amen, and amen, and amen.