Hidden behind every scene,
Lovingly, sweetly operating,
One who is sovereign and wise,
Patiently guides even our eyes.
Look at My Son, the Beloved,
Sitting here at My right hand.
Jesus is King, yet He’s bound,
He cannot move until His people
    give Him ground.

In us a small Kingdom seed,
Orders our steps, governs our deeds.
Jesus, enthroned in our hearts,
Gently He touches our every part.
Do you not know you’re the temple
Of your God, King of kings?
Through us our Lord has a way,
To rule and to reign here on the earth
    day by day.