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Psalm LXVI.
O all ye Lands, Jehovah's Fame
With Shouts of Triumph raise,
Sing forth the Honour of his Name,
And Glorious make his Praise.
How awful are thy Works! o'erpow'r'd
Foes shall Submission feign;
Be Thou through all the Earth ador'd,
Let none from Praise refrain.
With Shouts of Triumph raise,
Sing forth the Honour of his Name,
And Glorious make his Praise.
How awful are thy Works! o'erpow'r'd
Foes shall Submission feign;
Be Thou through all the Earth ador'd,
Let none from Praise refrain.
Come, and with Admiration see
The Works, which God has wrought;
How dreadful are the Things, which He
On Adam's Sons has brought!
The Lord to save his People dry'd
The Waters with his Voice;
Our Fathers pass'd on foot the Tide,
And did in Him rejoyce.
The Works, which God has wrought;
How dreadful are the Things, which He
On Adam's Sons has brought!
The Lord to save his People dry'd
The Waters with his Voice;
Our Fathers pass'd on foot the Tide,
And did in Him rejoyce.
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Part II.
Thou hast a Test for us prepar'd,
Try'd us, as Silver's try'd:
Our Feet by Nets Thou hast ensnar'd,
With Bonds our Loins hast ty'd.
By Thee have Men with Burdens bent
Our Heads, our Shoulders pain'd;
By Thee thro' Fire and Floods we went,
And a rich Seat have gain'd.
Try'd us, as Silver's try'd:
Our Feet by Nets Thou hast ensnar'd,
With Bonds our Loins hast ty'd.
By Thee have Men with Burdens bent
Our Heads, our Shoulders pain'd;
By Thee thro' Fire and Floods we went,
And a rich Seat have gain'd.
I'll to thy House with Off'rings go,
Fulfill'd my Vows shall be;
Vows, which my Lips in Times of Woe,
Have utter'd, Lord, to Thee.
Of Fatlings I burnt Sacrifice
Will on thy Altar lay;
Rams shall in Smoke, like Incense, rise,
I'll Goats and Bullocks slay.
Fulfill'd my Vows shall be;
Vows, which my Lips in Times of Woe,
Have utter'd, Lord, to Thee.
Of Fatlings I burnt Sacrifice
Will on thy Altar lay;
Rams shall in Smoke, like Incense, rise,
I'll Goats and Bullocks slay.
Come ye, who God have fear'd and sought,
Attentive Ears prepare;
What Wonders he for me has wrought,
I will to all declare.
My Pray'r did Favour with him win,
Him I exalted high;
But had I harbour'd Guilt within,
Would God have heard my Cry?
Attentive Ears prepare;
What Wonders he for me has wrought,
I will to all declare.
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Him I exalted high;
But had I harbour'd Guilt within,
Would God have heard my Cry?
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