Thundering Lord God of Hosts,
Who can stand before thy Holy Throne blameless?
Without thee, what am I but aimless?
O Lord, thy Righteous Judgment burneth jealously.
Thine Omnificence aboundeth Eternally.
Holdeth mine hand in the time of my darkest hour.
Glorify thyself within my Soul,
With thy Holy Power.Exalt thy Holy Presence
From the valleys to the isles, mayest all sing
Thy psalms from nurseries to marriage aisles.
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