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O’ Lord, You are my saviour and redeemer

My counselor, healer and sustainer

You are beautiful and wonderful

You provide me with all my needs.

And through it all I often forget

You are the King above all else

Oh how glorious is Your countenance

And I tremble within Your presence.

As an earthly king is celebrated

With flutes, lyres and zithers

Melodious songs and jubilant dances

When he returns victorious from battles.

Oh how much more should the King of Kings

Be welcomed with awed reverence

With echoing praise and endless worship

For He is triumphant.

He has trampled the enemies beneath His feet

With bare hands He ground their bones to dust

As the winds of His biddings scattered their remains

And on no earth will they lay in peace.

O’ Lord, You have freed Thy people from fear and oppression

A powerful King of great might

Overflowing with wisdom and knowledge

Holy, blameless and just.

Must I then demand answers to all the whys

And recount rewards to what I have done?

I am but a humble servant in Thy service

All I have worked is what I am due.

For my King extends His scepter

To whom He pleases

And reveal His thoughts and plans

Well in His own good time.

So forgive me my King when I am blinded

By my willful needs and petty wants

My careless grumbles and raging rumbles

That I fail to recall my utmost duty.

To first serve and praise You, my beloved King.