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Ascribe unto the Lord,
Give glory with your might;
Being in one accord,
Remaining in the light.
Give glory that is due,
Worship in holiness;
The splendor that holds true,
Worship in lowliness.
Hear the voice of the Lord,
Comes over the waters;
His glory not ignored,
By your sons or daughters.
His voice is powerful,
And full of majesty;
His voice is masterful,
Blessing your modesty.
His voice breaks the cedars,
The trees of Lebanon;
To become succeeders,
As the light breaks the dawn.
You will skip like a calf,
Be a young unicorn;
Have joy to make you laugh,
As pure as a newborn.
The voice of God divides,
Flashes forth flames of fire;
As it always provides,
For burning desire.
The voice of the Lord shakes,
Shaking the wilderness;
Mountains move from the quakes,
To quell the bitterness.
The deer has given birth,
He strips the forest bare;
Glory cries through the earth,
While the people will share.
The Lord sits on the flood,
He sits to reign forever;
Enthroned because the blood,
As King to endeavor.
May the Lord give you strength,
The Lord bless you with peace;
Persist at any length,
That it will never cease.
Copyright © 2020 Richard Newton Sherrer
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