University of Virginia Library


XVII

[My Soul thy Great Creator praise]

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The following poem is scored for music in the source text.

My Soul thy Great Creator praise
When cloth'd in his celestial Rays
He in full Majesty appears
And like a Robe his Glory wears
Great is the Lord what Tongue can frame
An equal Honour to his Name.
The Heav'ns are for his Curtains Spread
Th' Unfathom'd Depth he makes his Bed
Clouds are his Chariots when he Rides
On winged Storms across the Skies
Great is the Lord &c