In The Morning (Reggae)

The rich man’s wealth is his strong city The destruction of the poor, is his poverty But et not your heart be troubled, by this And lift not up your hands to unrighteousness The blessings of the Lord it, maketh rich And He will not add, no sorrows to it So don’t you let your heart, lust for vanity And lift not up your hands to iniquity (yeah) Weeping endure for a night But Jah will make it all right In the morning, In the morning light Weeping endure for a night But Jah will make it all right In the morning, in the morning light Oh the treasures of the wicked, shall profit none And fools will die, for lack of wisdom The blessings of the Lord it, maketh rich And He will never add, no sorrows to it Weeping endure for a night But Jah will make it all right In the morning, In the morning light Weeping endure for a night But Jah will make it all right In the morning, in the morning light Take care of the widow and the fatherless See to it that the land they possess And do not oppress the hireling in his wage And don’t you kick your sister down to lift yourself The blessings of the Lord it, maketh rich And He will not add, no sorrows to it So don’t you let your heart, lust for vanity And lift not up your hands to iniquity (yeah) Weeping endure for a night But Jah will make it all right In the morning, In the morning light Weeping endure for a night But Jah will make it all right In the morning, in the morning light