Praise the Lord,Our King
Praise the LORD our King,
Raise his praise and let his honour ring.
His mercy thrives,
Verily verily,and rise.
Praise he who fashioned the sun,
That always on the sky shone.
His mercy thrives,
Verily,verily,and rise.
And the moon in night,
That spreads her light with fright.
His mercy thrives,
Verily,verily,and rise.
Praise he who scold the sky,
And made her weep that the tendrils wouldn't die.
His mercy thrives,
Verily, verily,and rise.
One who sanctions the land,
That she made many fruits on herself stands.
His mercy thrives,
Verily,verily,and rise.
Praise him for bountiful harvest,
He made our grains filled storex.
His mercy thrives,
Verily,verily,and rise.
Praise him for toddling food crops.
Blessing's prooves,refilling cups.
His mercy thrives,
Verily,verily,and rise.
Glory to the glorious king.
Let all creatures seldom sing;
Glory to Father,living son,
And his spirit,that in trinity shone.
His mercy thrives,
Verily,verily,praises rise!
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Copyright © Adeyemi Joshua | Year Posted 2017
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