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Ye Blest Inhabitants of Heav'n,
To God be all your praises giv'n;
O praise him from the realms that lie
Above the reach of mortal eye:
Him praise, ye Angels of his Train,
Him, All whom Heav'n's vast Hosts contain.

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Praise Him, thou glorious orb of light,
And Thou, pale Ruler of the night;
Praise Him, ye Stars; His praise repeat,
Thou Heav'n of Heav'ns, his awful Seat,
And You, ye Floods, that, heap'd on high,
Press with your weight th' extended sky.

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1.

O Bless Jehovah : Sweet the joy,
When tasks like these the voice employ;
To Him our highest thanks belong
And Praise sits comely on out tongue.

2.

'Tis He who builds fair Salem 's walls,
And Israel 's exil'd sons recalls;
Yields to the contrite heart relief,
And binds its wounds, and sooths its grief:

3.

He to the stars assigns their names,
(As, scatter'd wide, their vivid flames
Adorn the bright ethereal plain,)
And numbers with his eye their train.

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1.

Praise, praise thy God, my Soul; his Name
To Life's last date my thanks shall claim,
And, long as I exist, my lyre
Shall wake to sing th' eternal Sire.

2.

O seek not, with presumption vain,
Your hope on Princes to sustain,
Nor trust, when threat'ning ills invade,
The strengthless prop of human aid.

3.

His breath resign'd, on earth's low bed
Behold the Mortal rest his head;
Nor farther shall his Thoughts extend,
But with him to the grave descend.

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1.

Blest be the Lord my strength, whose aids,
When lawless force my peace invades,
My fingers for their task prepare,
And discipline my hands to War:

2.

My hope, my shield, my strongest tow'r,
The Friend that in the dang'rous hour
My life protects, and bids each land
Subjected own my just command.

3.

Lord, what is Man, that in thy care
His humble lot should find a share?
Or what the Son of Man, that T HOU
Thus to his wants thine ear shouldst bow?

4.

1.

Thine ear, my God, propitious lend;
O ever just and true, extend
Thy pity, while to Thee I pray,
Nor serutinize with strict survey
Thy servant's Acts; for who, O who,
Shall pure of guilt approach thy view?

2.

Thou seest the Foe with furious strife
My soul pursue; to earth my life
He treads, and in the horrid gloom,
(As those who 'mid the silent tomb
Through ages sleep,) from human eye
Secluded far, has bid me lie.

3.

I feel my vital strength depart,

1.

To God I cry; to Him my pray'r
Address; to Him my heart its care
Shall pour, and to his ear disclose,
In sad recital, all its woes:
To Him (for He the pray'r can hear)
To Him my suppliant voice I rear.

2.

To Thee, great God, to Thee alone,
The traces of my paths are known;
Thy searching eyes, with steady view,
Through sorrow's gloom my steps pursue,
And see my foes athwart my way
The cover'd snare insidious lay.

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I turn'd me, anxious, on the right,

1.

To Thee I call; O haste thee near;
My voice, great God, indulgent hear;
With grateful odour to the skies
As incense let my pray'r arise,
And let my hands, uplifted high,
With full acceptance meet thine eye,
As Victims on thine altar laid,
When Eve extends its deep'ning shade.

2.

O let my mouth to guilt be barr'd,
And o'er its portal plant a guard;
Turn, turn from sin's pursuit my will,
Nor let th' artisicers of ill
In Me the wish'd associate greet,
Or see me to their path my feet

1.

My impious foes, great God, repel;
Their rage by pow'r superior quell;
Do thou subdue the adverse band,
That, leagu'd in guilt, against me stand.

2.

They toil, on fierce contention bent,
New arts of mischief to invent;
Whet, as the Asp, their tongues, and dip
In Death's worst gall their venom'd lip.

3.

O save me from the hand of Wrong,
And backward turn the frantic Throng,
That, pleas'd, in dire alliance meet,
And tempt to fatal lapse my feet.

4.

1.

Thou, Lord, hast search'd me out; thine eyes
Mark when I fit, and when I rise;
By Thee my future thoughts are read;
Thou, round my path, and round my bed,
Attendest vigilant; each word,
Ere yet I speak, by Thee is heard.

2.

Life's maze, before my view outspread,
Within thy presence wrapt I tread,
And touch'd with conscious horror stand
Beneath the shadow of thy hand;
Such knowledge, Lord, how deep! in vain
I seek its summit to attain.

3.

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Thee, Lord, my harp's awaken'd strings
Shall praise, and to the ear of Kings,
Whose pow'rs thy sacred impress bear,
The ardor of my zeal declare.

2.

In low prostration, tow'rd thy shrine,
His knees thy Servant shall incline,
And thankful teach the rapt'rous lay
Thy Faith and Mercy to display.

3.

Thy Sanctity all height transcends;
Thy word eternal Truth attends;
Thy Pow'r, while Thee my pray'r address'd,
Has fill'd with Heav'n-born strength my breast.

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