Your might and majesty, O Lord are mountainous grace.
We bless Your beauty, the beauty of holiness.
The glory of Your goodness is the glory of the only begotten,
The Son of our salvation, our Savior who purchased us.
We come now, confessing, we cannot be restrained.
The sanctuary stones cry out—can living stones be silent?
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