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Psalm CVIII.
1
To sing to thee, O Lord my God,My heart is fixt and bent;
Bet imes I will awake, and praise
With voice and instrument.
2
Among thy chosen people, Lord,I will exalt thy fame:
And in the nations round about,
Sing praises to thy name.
3
Thy truth and mercy are extol'd,Above the clouds and skies;
Yea far above the heavens and earth,
Thy glorious name shall rise.
4
Save then thy well beloved flock,Which thou hast chose for thine:
Defend them, Lord, by thy right hand,
And hear this prayer of mine.
5
What God has in his temple spoke,I now rejoyce to see:
For Shechem now and Succoth vale
Are both possest by me.
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6
Both Gilead and Manasseh too,Are now become mine own:
Strong Ephraim, with Judah's tribe,
To which belongs the crown.
7
Proud Moab shall my wash-pot be,On Edom I will tread:
And over the Philistines land,
In triumph will proceed.
8
But who will Edom's city strong;Enable me to take?
Lord, wilt not thou, who heretofore
Our armies did forsake?
9
O help us in our troubles, Lord,In man there is no trust:
But we through thee shall valiant be,
And tread our foes to dust.
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