TAYA - The Glory of God Lyrics
Lyrics
THE GLORY OF GOD / LA GLORIA DE DIOS Steven Richards / Lluvia Richards / Ben Fielding
VERSE 1 Christ was one with God Humbly he came low Not clinging to His throne Though equal with the Father Christ the servant king He gave up everything Obedient to death (Even) death on a cross
CHORUS Now glorified Lifted high He received the name above all names To Christ We will bow (And) Every tongue will testify Jesus Christ is Lord of all Jesus Christ is Lord of all Amen, amen, amen
VERSE 2 When he marched below He truimphed all the more For death was overthrown By the victory of Jesus On the third, He rose Ascended to the throne He reigns forevermore Christ the Lord of lords
BRIDGE We have witnessed the glory of God In his blood upon that cross We have witnessed the glory of God in the son Hallelujah
Death oh death now where is your sting We shout praise where the victory is Jesus silenced the grave now forever we'll sing Hallelujah
Video
The Glory of God - ECCOS & TAYA (Official video)
Meaning & Inspiration
Taya’s delivery of these lines has a way of stripping the air out of a room. In a worship set, where we often prioritize the "personal connection" or the "emotional high," this song feels like a sudden, jarring cold shower. It isn't asking the congregation how they feel about their week; it is forcing them to look at a singular event in history.
The line that keeps snagging in my head is, "We have witnessed the glory of God / In his blood upon that cross."
When we plan a set, we’re constantly wrestling with the language we use. We talk about "glory" like it’s a glowing, ethereal gold light—something we want to bathe in, something we want to "feel" fall on us. But here, the songwriters—Steven Richards, Lluvia Richards, and Ben Fielding—pin the glory to blood. It’s gritty, and frankly, it’s uncomfortable. It refuses to let us float away into a mystical experience. If the glory is in the blood, then the glory is found in a violent, messy, public execution.
If I’m standing at the front of a room, holding a guitar, and I ask a congregation to sing those words, I’m asking them to look at the instrument of their own Savior's death and call it glorious. That is a heavy ask. It shifts the weight from "my breakthrough" to "His substitution." It’s a vertical turn that feels almost abrasive in a culture that treats worship music like a therapeutic utility.
Then there is the bridge: "Death oh death now where is your sting / We shout praise where the victory is."
It’s a direct nod to 1 Corinthians 15:55, but it doesn't just treat the resurrection like a happy ending to a movie. It treats it like a conquest. There’s a military tone here that we don't use often enough. We get so caught up in making worship "relatable" that we forget to make it "authoritative."
I’m sitting with this, wondering if we actually believe it. When the music stops, what are the people in the pews left holding? If we’ve just spent five minutes shouting that Jesus is Lord of all, do we leave that room realizing we aren't?
The song doesn't provide a tidy resolution for our personal anxiety. It leaves us staring at the empty grave and the cross. It’s an unfinished thought in the best way possible because it forces the listener to fill in the blank with their own surrender. It isn't a song you can just "perform." If you try to perform it, it just sounds like noise. You have to stand under it. You have to let it judge you. And that’s a terrifying thing to ask a Sunday morning crowd to do, but it’s exactly what they need.