With Lifted Eyes
George White, Nicholas Tautuhi, Vasely Sapunov
The vision beheld is one of terror and of glory. And every knee bows and every tongue confesses. So do the mountains crumble into silent awe. Creations groaning stills… It gazes and as His brilliance pierces the dark, It flees. His presence overwhelms all. His majesty. Oh, His glory. Hallelujah! Hosannah! And the sky rolls up and the stars begin to fall… as the valleys rise up and the high places bow… His people, with lifted eyes, raise hands and voices and we scream, we sing: The King… The King is coming!