[Verse 1] The circle is vicious of Thoughts altogether vain Haunted by battles lost Still living on Indian land I clap my dirty hands Given over to self and left To own devices A quaking in the person [Chorus] All His glory All His glory [Verse 2] Deep devotion At the bottom of the sea Iniquity goes down like water I have been staff struck By a finger in the sand [Chorus] All His glory All His glory [Verse 3] The circle is vicious [and] Spoken behind the hand It is the storm that brought me in [Bridge] Hallelujah Hallelujah