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Psalm XLVIII.
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Great is the Lord, and to be prais'd,In great and high degree:
In Sion his most holy hill,
Let him exalted be.
2
The joy and beauty of the earth,Mount Sion we may count:
And David's City on the north
Of that most holy mount.
3
The Lord within her palaces,Is for a refuge known:
Great Princes did against her come,
But quickly they were gone.
4
They saw and were astonished,They hasted back again:
And like a woman in her pangs,
Were seiz'd with fear and pain.
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5
Thy terrors fell upon them so,That they dispers'd and fled,
As Tarsis ships by eastern winds
Are broke and scattered.
6
That Sion shall preserved be,We often have been told:
But now our eyes have seen it done,
As we have heard of old.
7
Within thy holy temple, Lord,Thy mercies we rehearse:
But thy renown is spread abroad,
Throughout the universe.
8
The righteous acts of thy right handLet Sion celebrate:
And all that dwell in Judah's land,
Thy mighty works relate.
9
Go round about this Sion hill,Her lofty towers tell:
Observe her stately palaces,
And mark her bulwarks well.
10
That you may tell the age to come,This is our God and guide:
And that he shall be ever so,
While life and breath abide.
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