My heart exults; my strength exalts. My tongue has been set free.
No enemy contends with me; the victory’s complete.
No one is holy like the Lord; no other stands as firm.
Pride, set aside and do not lie. God’s weighing every word.
The mighty and their weapons crash, the feeble gird on strength.
The once well fed now beg for bread, once losers dine at length.
The barren bears a bounteous brood, her rival is forlorn.
The Lord makes life to start or end, makes rich and also poor.
God raises poor folk from the dust; the needy sit on thrones.
The world on pillars rests secure. God guards the faithful ones.
The wicked will not win by might. The Lord will judge us all.
The chosen find their strength in God, on whom they learn to call.
Source: I Samuel 2:1-10
Text: David Alexander, CC BY-SA NC 4.0
Tune: Diana, Public Domain
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