[Intro: Nicole Steen]

How great (How great), how great (How great)

How great, how great is our God? Oh

[Interlude]

The first is that God is better than the world's best thing

God is better than the best thing that the world has to offer

[Verse 1: Chance the Rapper]

Magnify, magnify, lift it on high

Spit a Spotify to qualify a spot on his side

I cannot modify or ratify, my mama made me apple pies

Lullabies and alibis, the book don't end with Malachi

Devil will win employee of the month by the dozen

'Til one score and three years from the third when he doesn't

My village raised 'em a child, come through the crib and it's bustin'

You meet anyone from my city, they gon' say that we cousins

Shabach, Barak, edify

Electrify the enemy like Hedwig 'til he petrify

Any petty Peter Petigrew could get the pesticide

79th, 79th

I don't believe in science, I believe in signs

Don't believe in signing, I seen dollar signs, color white collar crime

Good God, the gift of freedom

Hosanna Santa invoked and woke up slaves from Southampton to Chatham Manor

My dream girl's behind me, feel like I'm James Early

The type of worship make Jesus come back a day early

With the faith of a pumpkin seed-sized mustard seed

Hear, for I will speak noble things as entrusted me

Only righteous, I might just shrug at the skullduggery

I couldn't stand to see another rapper lose custody

Exalt, exalt, glorify, descend upon the earth with swords

And fortify the borders where your shortage lies

I used to hide from God, ducked down in the slums like "shhh"

[Verse 2: Jay Electronica]

I was lost in the jungle like Simba after the death of Mufasa

No hog, no meerkat

Hakuna matata by day, but I spent my night-time fighting tears back

I prayed and prayed and left messages

But never got no hear-back or so it seemed

A mustard seed was all I needed to sow a dream

I build the ark to gently, gently row my boat down Noah's stream

Sometimes the path I took to reach my petty goals was so extreme

I was so far down in the mud

Couldn't even let my light shine

But you was always there when I needed to phone a friend or use a lifeline

Amazing grace that a wretch like me is back again with another chance

In the industry that's filled with songs 'bout racks on racks and rubber bands

I come to lift your name high

I pray you guide us through this barren land amongst these crazed guys

I pray I never flip the script like Malcolm X and change sides

I beg you send my brother Chance throughout this world to change lives

And grant us with protection

Revolution might not be televised, but this is the resurrection

So all praise is due to the most high, and that's a blessing