One to Thee, O God, do we give thanks One to Thee, O God, do we give thanks For that Thy name is near Thy wondrous works we declare When I shall receive the congregation I will judge uprightly They learn that all the inhabitants thereof are dissolved I bear up the pillars of Israel I said unto the fools, deal not foolishly And to the wicked, lift not up your horn Lift not up your horn Lift not up your horn on high Speak not with a stiff neck For promotion cometh neither from the east Nor from the west or from the south But God is a judge He putteth down one, setteth up another In the hand of the Lord There is a cup, and the wine is red It's full of mixture, any poor without the seed The drigs thereof, all the wicked of the earth Shall wring the mouth, and shall drink But I will declare forever I will sing praises to the God of Jacob All the horns of the wicked all shall be cut off Will I cut off? The horns of the righteous The horns of the righteous Shall be exalted © BF-WATCH TV 2021