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