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Praise yea the Lord. Prayse God, my soule.I'll prayse him qll I live.
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Prayse to my God I'le sing, to meWhill being Hee doth give.
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Trust not in princes, in the soneOf man who can not save.
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His breath goes out, and back to earthHe getts, to gett a grave.
With him his thoghts (his draughts most deep)
Do perisch in yt day.
Do perisch in yt day.
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O, blest is hee, who for his helpHath Jacob's God allway;
Whose hope is in the Lord his God,
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The heavin, the earth, the deeps,And all theirin conteined who maid,
[And] treuth for euer keeps.
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For all benaith oppressione's loadWho groan, he judgment gives,
And (bountifull) with fitting foode
The hungry hart releevs.
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The prissouner the Lord doth louse;The Lord the blind maks sie;
The bow'd the Lord doth rayse; the Lord
All loves that vpright bee.
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The Lord the stranger doth preserve,The orphane oft made prey;
The widow he releives, bot quyt
O'rturnes the wicked's way.
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The Lord, O Sion, even thy GodShall soveraine sitt for ay,
And raigne to generatiounes all.
His prayse let all display.
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