There is no holy one like younYou install kings and take them downnTruly there is no one beside younYou made all of creation with wisdomnnMay the glory of Jah endure forevernThe boughs of the mighty are brokennAnd the weak are clothed with strengthnnThere is the sea, vast and widenWith all its creatures beyond numbernThere go the ships, they all look to younYou lift up the poor into a place of honournnMay the glory of Jah endure forevernThe boughs of the mighty are brokennAnd the weak are clothed with strengthnnThe lord makes poor or he makes richnThe pillars of the earth belong to himnAnd he has set his world upon themnTo raise us up from the dunghillnnMay the glory of Jah endure forevernThe boughs of the mighty are brokennAnd the weak are clothed with strength