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Psalm CXIII.
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O all ye Servants of the Lord,Praise ye his name with one accord;
Yea let his praise be ever sung:
Who from the rising of the sun,
Till it returns where it begun,
Is to be prais'd by every tongue.
2
To him let all the nations fall,For he is higher far than all;
His glory is above the sky:
With God our Lord who may compare,
Whose dwellings in the heavens are;
Such is his power and majesty.
3
He doth abase himself, we know,When he beholds the things below,
Yea even those in heaven above:
He from the dust doth raise the poor,
And from the dunghil him restore,
Such is his mercy, and his love.
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To lift him up to honour great,And him with princes equal set,
Yea princes of the greatest fame:
'Tis he that makes the barren womb
A joyful mother to become,
Therefore praise ye his holy name.
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