Song of Glory

SONG OF GLORY The Ark is opened and all stand. Leader: I will sing sweet psalms and I will weave songs, to You for whom my soul longs. Cong: My soul yearns for the shelter of Your hand, that all Your mystic secrets I might understand. Leader: Whenever I speak of Your glory above, my heart is yearning for Your love. Cong: So Your glories I will proclaim, and in songs of love give honor to Your name. Leader: I will tell of Your glory though I have not seen You; imagine and describe You, though I have not known You. Cong: By the hand of Your prophets, through Your servants' mystery, You gave a glimpse of Your wondrous majesty. Leader: Recounting Your grandeur and Your glory, of Your great deeds they told the story. Cong: They depicted You, though not as You are, but as You do: Your acts, Your power. Leader: 'They represented You in many visions; through them all You are One without divisions. Cong: They saw You, now old, then young, Your head with gray, with black hair hung. Leader: Aged on the day of judgment, yet on the day of war, a young warrior with mighty hands they saw. Cong: Triumph like a helmet He wore on His head; His right hand and holy arm to victory have led. Leader: His curls are filled with dew drops of light, His locks with fragments of the night. Cong: He will glory in me, for He delights in me; My diadem of beauty He shall be. Leader: His head is like pure beaten gold; Engraved on His brow, His sacred name behold. Cong: For grace and glory, beauty and renown, His people have adorned Him with a crown.