Lord of Lords and Father of Rastafari

I praise thy name and thy Glory.

Here I am a child of Abram.

Living in the heart of Babylon

Desolate places I find myself.

So was David and Moses

You stayed with them.

Stay with I as I trod through Babylon.

For their aim is to destroy I

But in thy hands, I walk.

And in thy hands, I lay my bed.

cover me with thy cloak.

And hide me from the oppressions of Babylon.

Grant my feet strength to walk in righteousness.

My hands outstretch to give than to receive.

My eyes oh Father of Rastafari

Grant vision to see the unseen parts of my mind.

My ears sensitivity to hear the inaudible

And my mind Great redeemer

Grant wisdom to teach my mouth.

For Thy Kingdom of truth, I seek to reveal.