Glorious One

A golden band around Your robe
Eyes like fire, Hair like snow 
Feet like bronze, and a face like the sun 
I tremble before the Glorious One

With a voice that thunders like waves against the shore 
My lips will declare You are Lord 
A sword in Your mouth and stars in Your hand 
I'm left to ask who is man

​That you'd love him enough 
To become like he is 
To trade in Your glory for nakedness 
To become the sin man had produced 
But You didn't care You had chains to loose 
Now the keys to hell, on the cross You won 
You're reigning now victorious One