Glory upon glory is his depth.
Time and time again is his power.
Every ride on a tide and waves;
Teaches his honour.
Let men cease to sing his praise.
Then stones, trees, birds and asunder;
Will sing his praise.
Lord of lords, it is being said;
King of kings, as it is being said.
Arise Oh Lord, let your foes scatter.
Ancient of Days in alpha and Omega.
The Almighty of the mighty are your host.
Lord of hosts is his name, Hossana in the highest.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem