CXIII.
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O praise the Lord. Prayse yee who serve
The Lord. His name praise yee.
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God's holie name be blest from hence,
Furth to eternity.
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From whence the rysing sunne the day
Doth cheerfullie renew,
Til where his task hee ends, all prayse
Vnto his name is due.
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High is Jehouah, nations all
Com̄anding by his might.
Yea, heauens exceidinglie ar low,
Match'd with his glorye's hight.
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Who's lyk vnto the Lord our God,
Whose duelling is on high?
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And stoupeth doun, in heauens and earth
What acted is, to sie.
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From dust the low hee lifts. The poore
Hee from the dunghill takes,
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And wnto him, with princes, place,
(His people's princes,) makes.
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Wnto the barren to keep hous
His favor doth afford,
Of children made a mother glade.
O ever prayse the Lord.