In Your name, mountains move;
Trembling, beneath Your feet.
If my faith resembles a mustard seed,
so to You I bow my knee,
these mountains will tremble beneath not only thee, but me.
Your lips expound the reasons.
Outward fire burning all,
because I asked, you see.
Your name, glorified,
because believe, I did, but all by Your strength.
For You, the One and Only,
through which all majesties, done.
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