There is no holy one like you You install kings and take them down Truly there is no one beside you You made all of creation with wisdom May the glory of Jah endure forever The boughs of the mighty are broken And the weak are clothed with strength There is the sea, vast and wide With all its creatures beyond number There go the ships, they all look to you You lift up the poor into a place of honour May the glory of Jah endure forever The boughs of the mighty are broken And the weak are clothed with strength The lord makes poor or he makes rich The pillars of the earth belong to him And he has set his world upon them To raise us up from the dunghill May the glory of Jah endure forever The boughs of the mighty are broken And the weak are clothed with strength
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