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Praise God, for gude it is to singPrayse to our God allways;
A pleasant exercise it is
And comely to give prayse.
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The Lord the builder is, whose handJerusalem erects.
The Lord it is the scattred ones
Of Israel colects.
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The broken harted he doeth heall;Ther bruises wp he binds.
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The stars he numbereth, and to allOf them a name he finds.
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Great is our God; to his great powerIs sett no certaine bound;
So deep his wnderstanding is,
That it no thoght can sound.
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The Lord the lowly [raiseth wp],And headlongs doun doth bring
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The wicked to the ground. To himWith thankfullnes, O sing;
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Hymnes on the harp wnto our GodSound forth, heavin's face who hyds
With moistning clouds, and for the earth
(In plenty) raine provids;
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Who maks the mountaines grasse bring forth;On beasts both great and small
Who food bestows; of reavens who heares
The yong ones, when they call.
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Nor strenth of horse, nor limbs of menHim joy or pleasure bring;
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His joy who feare him ar, in hopeWho on his mercy hing.
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Jerusalem, O laud the Lord.Sing to thy God a song
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Of prayse, O Sion, for thy gatesWith barrs he hath made strong.
Thy sonnes within the he hath blest.
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Peace, (yeelding pleasures sweet),Hee in thy borders maks, and feeds
The with the fatt of wheatt.
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Forth his com̄and on earth he sends;His word doth run̄e wt speed.
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He giveth snow lyk wooll, hayr-frostsLyk ashs hee doth spread.
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His yce in flakes hee casteth forthLyk morsells. Who can stand
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Befor his cold? Hee speaks and streghtAll melt at his com̄and.
His winds to blow, streames (strangly curvt)
Hee causeth to be gone.
Hee causeth to be gone.
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His word to Jacob, his decreesAnd judgments hee hath schowne
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To Israell; No natioun elsHath so great favour found;
For they his judgments haue not knowne.
Let all his prayses sound.
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