For the Lord's Majesty flows like a river,
Its waters are pure, sanctified, and Holy.
Unto thy Hands, my Soul, I deliver,
Head bowed to the Holy Trinity.
God's Grace is manifest for all the ages,
His Will, passed down, for all generations;
His Love evident in Prophets and Sages,
Holy is the Lord, He shall free thy vexations.
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