The King of Heavens armies are You,
Against You who can prevail,
Those whose reward is destruction,
These are those fools.
Make me wise O' Mighty One,
Against You let me not set my face,
For that would be my ruin,
Amongst those fools I would be counted.
Let Your enemies be my enemies,
Your friends also mine,
Lead me in the way of righteousness,
That I may know Your love.
For with you I have life,
Alone I am as one already dead,
Restore my being,
I shall follow You all my days.
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