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Ascribe unto the Lord,
Giving glory and strength;
Remain in one accord,
Persevere any length.
Give glory to His name,
Worshipping His beauty;
His splendor to proclaim,
The holy deity.
His voice over waters,
As His glory thunders;
With sons and daughters,
Are marvelous wonders.
His voice is powerful,
And full of majesty;
His technique masterful,
With humbled modesty.
His voice is breaking wood,
The Lord breaks the cedars;
He will break them in half,
Like a sacrificed calf.
His voice is flashing forth,
Splits flames of a fire;
Driving south against north,
To godly desire.
His voice shakes the wild,
Shaking the wilderness;
Pure and not defiled,
Alert with soberness.
His voice is giving birth,
He strips the forest bare;
Glory shines on the earth,
Showing that He does care.
The Lord sits on the flood,
Sits as King forever;
Peace flowing from His blood,
Strength that will not sever.
Copyright © 2021 Richard Newton Sherrer
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The Voice of the LORD
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