| There is no holy one like you
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| You install kings and take them down
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| Truly there is no one beside you
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| You made all of creation with wisdom
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| May the glory of Jah endure forever
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| The boughs of the mighty are broken
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| And the weak are clothed with strength
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| There is the sea, vast and wide
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| With all its creatures beyond number
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| There go the ships, they all look to you
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| You lift up the poor into a place of honour
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| May the glory of Jah endure forever
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| The boughs of the mighty are broken
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| And the weak are clothed with strength
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| The lord makes poor or he makes rich
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| The pillars of the earth belong to him
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| And he has set his world upon them
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| To raise us up from the dunghill
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| May the glory of Jah endure forever
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| The boughs of the mighty are broken
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| And the weak are clothed with strength |