| The composer and conductor of the universe
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| Steps before the orchestra of God
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| Creation lifts their finely crafted instruments
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| As all in heaven wildly applaud
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| The seasons well rehearsed begin with His downbeat
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| And on his cue the sun trumpets the dawn
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| The whirling winds swell in a mighty crescendo
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| With each commanding sweep of His baton
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| The oceans pound the shore in march to His cadence
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| The galaxies all revolve in cosmic rhyme
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| The fall of raindrops all in wild syncopation
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| As lightning strikes and thunder claps in time
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| The symphony of praise
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| Conducted by the Ancient of Days
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| May each creation great or small
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| Lift their voices one and all
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| In the symphony of praise
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| Heaven waits in hushed anticipation
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| The great I am then turns to mortal men
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| A massive chorus robed in spotless garments
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| Offer up their song of praise to Him
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| The glories of God explode in full orchestration
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| As all creation joins the thunderous refrain
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| «Worthy, Worthy
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| Worthy is the lamb that was slain»
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| The symphony of praise
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| Glory to the Ancient of Days
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| May each creation great or small
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| Lift their voices one and all
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| In the symphony of praise
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| «Worthy, Worthy
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| Worthy is the lamb that was slain
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| Worthy, Worthy
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| Worthy is the lamb» |