The works of Sir William Mure of Rowallan Edited with introduction, notes, and glossary by William Tough |
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Praise yea the Lord, all his,For gud and kynd he is.
His mercyes, rich and free,
Endure eternally.
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The God of Gods O prayse and blesse,Whose mercie lasts for ay to his.
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Praise yea the Lord of Lords,Who mercy ay affords;
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Who wonders great (alone)Works, ay to mercy prone;
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Who maid the heavens by wisdome great;Whose boundlesse mercy hath no date.
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Above proud watter's reachEarth's plains who forth did streach;
Whose mercyes, rich and free,
Endure eternally.
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Lights fayre and great whose word maid shyne;Whose mercy dayes do not confine.
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The sun̄e to reull the day,9
For he hath mercy ay,The moone and stars by night,
To governe by ther light,
Who did apoynt; for great he is,
In mercy infinit to his.
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Who Egypt's first-borne smote;Whose mercy faileth not;
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And thence maid Israell way,For he hath mercy ay,
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With strenth of hand, with arme streacht out;Whose mercy (ay) his guards about.
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Who maid the Read Sea standIn heaps on aither hand;
For infinit he is
In mercy wnto his;
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And caused that through it Israell past,For mercy ay with him doth last.
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With Pharo, who o'rthrewHis proud, persewing crew,
To floods and foes made prey;
For he hath mercy ay;
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And Israell led through desarts waist,For mercy ay with him doth last.
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Great kings who did defeat;Whose mercy passeth date;
Evin mighty kings did kill;
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For he hath mercy still;19
As Sihon king of Amorits;Whose mercyes date no day compleats.
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By whome wes foyld and slaineOgh, Bashan's soveraine.
For evir firme and sure,
Whose mercys do endure;
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Wpon ther lands who did dispose;For mercy ay to his he schowes.
In heritage who gave,
(No end whose mercyes have)
Their kingdomes, large and wyde,
In heritage to byde,
(No end whose mercyes have)
Their kingdomes, large and wyde,
In heritage to byde,
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With Israell, his servant deare;In mercy ay to his found neare.
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Who us, broght low, did mynde,(To mercy ay enclyn'd)
Yea, (when in bondage broght
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By foes), our freedome wroght;For wnto his eternally,
Renew'd each day his mercies bee.
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Who food most freely givesTo evry thing that lives;
Whose mercies, rich and free,
Endure eternally.
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O praise the God of Heavin, to hisWho infinit in mercy is.
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