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The works of Sir William Mure of Rowallan | ||
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Clap hands, (yee people all,) to GodWith voice of triumph shoute;
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For dreadfull is the Lord most high,A mightie king, throughout
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All earth he raignes. The people shallHee vnder ws subdu;
And nations vnder foot to bring,
With strenth shall ws endu.
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Of a most rich inheritance,(The high excellencie
Of Jacob, whom hee dearlie lovd,)
Made choise for ws hath hee.
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God is ascended with a shoute,The Lord with trumpetts sound.
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Sing praise to God, sing praise; Our KingLet all be praysing found.
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Sing, sing his praise; for God of allThe earth is Lord and King.
High prayses to his holy name,
With vnderstanding sing.
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The Gentils God subjected hathTo his dominion.
Evin God, established, doth sitt
Vpon his holie throne.
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Togither ar the princes come,Who do the people lead,
The people of the mightie God
Of Abraham and his seed.
For vnto God the sheelds of all
The earth belong alone.
Exceedinglie exalted is
This high and holie one.
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