God of Zion, setting sun. The silence that consumes like a devouring fire. As his glory shines forth, he summons the earth. Judge of the people, king of the heavens calling all heaven and earth to proclaim his righteousness. Ruler of the hills, mighty one is he. Is there anyone who can challenge his right to be? Burnt sacrifices, blood of bull. It is his to claim, to rule them all. His is the lamb, the goat, the cow. How great is the lord, the king of then, here and now?