XLVIII.
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Great is the Lord, and greatly all
Engaidg't are in his prayse,
In citty of our God, his hill,
Which holines arayes.
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For situation beautifull,
The joy of all the land
Mount Sion's; on her north side doth
The great king's citie stand.
3
God for a refuge in her forts
Is knowne; for Lo, kings
4
Mett and did jointlie march. They looke,
From looking wonder springs.
5
There, troubled sore, they frighted fled;
6
Them trembling did o'retake
And payne, lik hers, through labour sore,
Who is in birth brought weak.
7
Thow Tarshish shippeing from the east
With tempest breckst outright.
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What by report we hard before,
Confirm'd is now by sight,
In citie of the Lord of Hosts,
The citie of our God;
For ever wch establish sure
Sall God, for his aboade.
9
Thy mercy midst thy temple, Lord,
We silent did attend.
10
Such as thy name, thy praise is heard,
Wnto the world's far end.
11
Thy right hand's full of righteousnes.
Rejoyce let Sion's hill;
Becaus of thy just judgements,
Joy let Judah's daughtirs fill.
12
Walk Sion's walls about, around
Her go, her tours all tell.
13
Her bulwarks marke, her buildings strong,
View and considder weell;
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Her Glorie to succeiding times
To shew. For our God still
Is this God; till our dying day
Hee safely guide ws will.
