Psa. 95.
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This Psalme exhorts to praise God, and warnes to harken
to his voice whilst wee have tyme, lest (like our fore-Fathers)
wee be deprived of his Rest, for our obstinacie. It
should be often sung to remember vs, that wee
embrace God's free grace, whilst it is offred.
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To God our Saviour, lett's renewe
Our songs, with chearfull voice,
Our thanckfulnes before him shewe;
With Psalmes, in him rejoice.
For, God, the Lord most powrfull is,
The King of Gods is hee,
The earth's obscurest vales are his,
And, his, high mountaines be.
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The seas, he made, they are his owne:
Drie land, his Creature was;
Come, serve him then, & fall wee downe,
Before our Makers face.
He is our God, his flock wee are,
His pasture-sheep, are wee:
That, you his voice, may therfor heare,
More tender-harted be.
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Not like your Fathers, when that in
The Desert, proov'd they were;
And tempted him, though they had seene,
His works of wonder, there.
Full forty years, they moov'd his wrath,
And, therfor, thus sayd hee;
A wandring hart, this people hath,
My waies, they will see.
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And, I to them, in my iust rage,
Did by mine Oath protest;
That, none of all that froward age,
Should come within my rest.