Bravo, God, bravo!
All the angels are shouting, "Encore!"
We stand in awe of the glory,
In awe of the power You pour.

Stand at attention, dress your best to honor the King,
Listen close to the song that the elements sing

God thunders across the waters,
Brilliant His voice and His face!
Streaming brightness over the flood,
Filling this sacred space.

His voice is tympanic, His voice is symphonic!

The mountain ranges skip like spring colts!
The high ridges jump like wild goats!
The oak trees are dancing, a wild dance whirling,
As the voice of the Lord comes unfurling!

God's thunder smashes the cedars!
The voice of the Lord strips the branches bare!
We fall to our knees and we call out, "Glory!"
A shout of "Encore!" fills the shaking air!

Brilliant and bright across the floodwaters,
The King is on His throne!

The storm moves across the desert,
The pelting rain starts to cease.
Above the flood sits the Sovereign,
Whose power will never decrease.

The oak trees are dancing, a wild dance whirling,
As the voice of the Lord comes unfurling!

God's thunder smashes the cedars!
The voice of the Lord strips the branches bare!
We fall to our knees and we call out, "Glory!"
A shout of "Encore!" fills the shaking air!

Brilliant and bright across the floodwaters,
The King is on His throne!

God makes His people strong!
God gives His people peace!
(He thunders, He thunders!)
God makes His people strong!

God gives His people peace!
(Listen to the symphony!)

We fall to our knees...
We call out, "Glory."
God makes us strong.
God gives us peace.