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The Choir and The Oratory

or Praise and Prayer. By Josiah Conder

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“REJOICE IN THE LORD, YE RIGHTEOUS.”
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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“REJOICE IN THE LORD, YE RIGHTEOUS.”

Psalm xxxiii.

Songs of rejoicing raise,
Saints, to your God, for praise
Becomes the righteous. Let each tuneful string
And breathing pipe be made
The voice of praise to aid.
Sing a new song; in full-toned chorus sing.
Perfect, the ordaining word
And doings of the Lord;
Righteous his rule, and justice his delight.
His goodness fills the earth.
He spake the heavens to birth,
And fixed their starry hosts in orbits bright.

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He built the watery heap;
Gave limits to the deep:
He treasures up the fulness of the sea.
Let Earth her Maker fear,
Her tribes His power revere,
Who spake, 'twas made, and stood by His decree.
What then His saints can hurt?
The Lord can disconcert
The deepest schemes in which His foes engage.
His purposes are sure:
His counsels shall endure.
How blest the nation of His heritage!
The Lord from Heaven surveys
All mortals and their ways.
He framed the heart, and all its thoughts can read.
Vainly the monarch boasts
The myriads of his hosts:
The mighty are not saved by strength or speed.

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Lo! an All-seeing eye
Is their security,
Who fear the Lord, and in His grace confide.
What danger can they dread?
His people shall be fed,
Though famine rage, by heavenly care supplied.
Our soul awaits His will,
Our help and shield; and still
With joyful heart in Him our trust shall be.
That trust He will reward:
Then let Thy mercy, Lord,
Be on us, even as we hope in Thee.