Из альбома: The Divine Liturgy of the Wretched Exiles
Glory to God in the highest, peace to His people on earth,
Glory to God on His throne, His vengenance is merciful.
To His weeping children He gives a mother's comfort.
Who denies His hand He gives bitterest rebuke.
His wings are a refuge for all those who run to Him,
His voice will shatter shelters of man.
Praise God who brings deliv'ry, Praise God who shuts the womb.
He vindicates the little ones and gives worth to their suffering
the rich man's bones will scatter he carries nothing with him
He holds the outcasts' hands His nearness is life
God will break the arms of peace-talkers with hearts of war