Why do the people
Imagine vain things?
Why do they rejoice,
Which blaspheme Your name?
You are not mocked,
And all shall know
That You raise up kings
And You bring them low.
Their hearts have deceived them,
And they think they’ve won.
Their minds perceive not,
That it’s only just begun.
I shall not be moved,
Nor my faith shaken,
For there’s work to be done,
And more souls to awaken.
You perform wonders
Before men’s eyes.
You humble the mighty,
And confound the wise.
Why shall I worry?
And why should I doubt?
For You destroy your enemies
With the voice of Your shout.
I shall press forward
Without reason to fear,
For You are my direction
As the time draws near.

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