The Lion of the tribe of Judah.
Sat down in magnificent throne is it.
With quick eyes, He contemplates everything.
Your power and strength are without limits.
Your majestic is very great,
With his imposing roar, the evil was chased away.
And with his claws, Satan is smashed,
Letting him down on the ground and humiliated.
For whom are faithful, He protects with his right hand,
Fight all kinds of battles for them.
Getting away from all evils, all wrath, all envy,
Throwing away all bad things.
In your throne, I do my refugee,
In your shadow, I rest and have peace.
Waiting for the day of your glory,
Doing my heart meek.
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