CXVIII.
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O praise the Lord, for hee is good;
His mercie lasts for ay.
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For ever that his mercie lasts,
Let Israell now say
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Still that his mercie lasts, O hous
Of Aron, condiscend.
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O, all that fear the Lord, confesse
His mercies haue no end.
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I cald vpon the living Lord,
With pinching straits surchairg'd.
The Lord his servant dain'd to heare,
Me ansuer'd, and enlarg'd.
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The Lord's for me. To me, what man
Can do, I will not feare.
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The Lord's for me, with them that help
Me, ay in trouble neare.
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Wpon my haters therfor shall
I see, in God to trust
Is bettir then put confidence
In man, who is but dust.
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Tis bettir in the Lord to trust,
On kings then to rely.
10
All nations me belay'd, but them
I vanquis'd by and by.
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In name of God I vanquish'd them.
They compast me around,
They compast me, bot in God's name,
Them did I quite confound.
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They compast me about like bees,
Bot as a crackling fire
Of thorns, in name of God, by me
Cut off, they did expire.
13
Thrust at me sore thow hast, to mak
Me fall; bot God did ayde;
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God who my strength, my song of joy,
Is my salvation made.
15
Heard in the tents is, of the just,
The voyce of victory;
Loud shouts of joy: the Lord's right hand
Hath done most valiantlie.
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Exalted is the Lord's right hand.
The right hand of the Lord
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Did valiantlie. I shall not die;
His hand did lyff afford.
Evin live I shall, and blaize abrode
His works which wondrous bee.
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Hee sore me chast'ned, bot to death
Did not deliuer me.
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The gates of righteousnes cast vp,
That entrie I may make,
And render prayse wnto the Lord,
Who me did not foirsake.
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This is the gate of God, by which
To passe the saincts are seene.
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I'le prayse thee for thow, answering me,
Hast my salvation been.
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The stone that builders did refuse
Is now the corner's head.
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This is of God, this in our eyes
Astonishment doth bread.
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This is the day, (O gloriouse day!)
For our deliuery made,
Made by the Lord. In this rejoyce,
In this lett ws be glade.
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Hosanna! Save now Lord; O, grant
Prosperity and peace.
26
Blest hee, who in Jehouah's name,
Coms frielie offring grace.
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Wee blesse yow from God's housse; evin God,
The Lord, our day adorns
With light: with cords the offring ty
Vnto the altars horns.
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My God, I'le thee exalt: my God,
I'le prayse thee night and day.
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O, prayse the Lord, for hee is good;
His mercy lasts for ay.
