You O God sit on Your throne of glory. You look down on the Earth and it’s inhabitants. Small we are, but mighty are your elect. From the four corners you call your people. With a thunderous voice You make Your presence known. Kings honor You, nations bow before You, Your enemies flee in fear. Who can stand in Your presence? Who can look upon You? Is man not crafted by Your hands? Is man not the work of Your understanding? Let us rejoice in You always. Let us fear You out of reverence. Let us call on your name in times of trouble. Let us love You Lord for You loved us first.
Amen.
Amen.
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