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Let the people tremble,
Allow the earth to quake;
In fear to assemble,
Because they do forsake.
God is great in Zion,
Exalted over them all;
He roars like a lion,
To all those that did fall.
Let them praise His greatness,
Holy His awesome name;
Praising His stateliness,
For the world to proclaim.
He planted equity,
As His might loves justice;
Performing righteously,
To those who will confess.
Let them praise our Lord,
Worship at His footstool;
Show Him He is adored,
In your heart let Him rule.
Because He is holy,
You call upon His name;
As the One and only,
Who is lighting your flame.
In the pillar of cloud,
He did speak unto them;
Laws He gave to the crowd,
To save not to condemn.
Our Lord did answer,
And having forgiven;
Killing sinful cancer,
For a path to Heaven.
But avenges the wrong,
To whom do not exalt;
Since they do not belong,
And acknowledge their fault.
Copyright ©2022 Richard Newton Sherrer
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The Holy King
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