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The earth and everything,
Wholly belongs to the Lord;
Worship and praise as you sing,
How He is loved and adored.
The foundation of the sea,
Sets firmly on the rivers;
As the waters flowing free,
And the clouds are the givers.
Who may go up the mountain?
Who stands in His holy place?
Who will drink from the fountain?
That the Lord does shine His grace.
Who has clean hands and pure heart?
And longs not for what is fake;
Under oath the lies depart,
And that you remain awake.
You will receive a blessing,
Righteousness from your Savior;
Respecting and addressing,
He looks on you with favor.
Are you the one who will seek?
Searching for the face of God;
You are humbled keeping meek,
Able to honor and laud.
Lift up your head to the gates,
Be lifted open the door;
The King of Glory awaits,
To enter your inner core.
Who is the King of Glory?
The Lord God of strength and might;
Tell me His epic story,
Able to turn wrong to right.
Towards the gates lift your head,
Open up the ancient door;
The King of Glory be fed,
As He caters to the poor.
Who is this King of Glory?
The Lord of Armies you host;
He is the judge and jury,
Judgment on those who do boast.
Copyright © 2017 Richard Newton Sherrer
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