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Let thy various Realms, O Earth,
Praises yield to Heav'n's high Lord;
Praise him All of human birth,
And his wondrous Acts record.

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See his Mercy o'er our Land
Spread its ever-healing wing,
And his Truth through ages stand;
Praise, O praise, th' eternal King.

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How glows with grateful Love my breast!
For God the voice of my request
Accepts, and, while my hands I rear,
Bows to my plaint the willing ear:
For this, to Life's extremest hour,
My lips to Him the pray'r shall pour.

2.

While Death its snares around me threw,
The grave, its horrors to my view
Presenting, press'd with heaviest grief,
From Thee, great God, I sought relief:
" O save me, heav'nly Sire, I cried,
" And turn th' impending stroke aside. "

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O Let not Us, thou God of Hosts,
O let not Us, with frantic boasts,
The merit and the glory claim,
Due only to thy hallow'd name,

2.

To Thee, great God, to Thee alone,
Thy Truth and Grace, to Israel known,
Shall ceaseless honour yield, and raise
Each heart to Love, each tongue to Praise.

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Why should the heathen tribes demand,
" Where's now the God of Israel 's Land? "
In Heav'n our God has fix'd his throne,
That Lord whose Will and Act are one.

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1.

When Jacob 's Sons through paths unknown
From Egypt took their way,
In Judah 's Tribe his presence shone,
And Israel own'd his sway.

2.

Old Ocean saw them as they came;
He saw, and backward fled:
Recoiling Jordan turn'd his stream,
And sought his fountain-head.

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The Mountains feel the sudden shock;
As rams, from off the ground

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Ye faithful Servants of your God,
On Him be all your praise bestow'd;
Through time's extended course his Name
Shall praise, and thanks, and homage, claim.

2.

Its circuit from the East begun,
To farthest West his fame shall run,
His glory Earth's wide Realms o'erflow,
Nor highest Heav'ns its limit know.

3.

Great is the Lord, and great his Praise;
What God like Him our Thoughts can raise?
O whom to Him shall Mortals dare
To equal, whom to Him compare?

4.

1.

How blest the Man, his God who fears!
Thy Precept, on his Thoughts impress'd,
Eternal King, his Spirit chears,
And peace perpetual fills his breast.

2.

His Sons the reins of pow'r shall hold,
Transmissive Blessings on their Line
Be pour'd, his treasures swell with gold,
His Righteousness for ever shine.

3.

How to thy Saints, just, kind, and good,
Has light amidst the gloom upsprung!
Their hands have amplest gifts bestow'd,
And fair Discretion guides their tongue.

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1.

My Soul with sacred zeal inspir'd,
Shall wake to God the thankful strain,
In secret with his Saints retir'd,
And 'midst fair Sion 's crouded fane.

2.

Great are his Works: With studious aim
Each faithful heart those Works has trac'd;
His Act shall highest honour claim,
His Equity for ever last.

3.

His Wonders to the grateful sense
In sweet memorial stand confest;
For boundless grace his hands dispense,
And tend'rest pity warms his breast.

4.

1.

The Almighty Lord, beneath whose seat
The starry Orbs their course repeat,
In awful Majesty array'd,
Thus to my Lord Messiah — said —

2.

Come seat thee at my own right hand,
Till, at my word, the hostile Band,
As low with prostrate necks they lie,
A footstool to thy steps supply.

3.

Thy God from Sion 's lofty tow'r
Shall bid Thee stretch the rod of pow'r;
Victorious o'er the rebel train,
Arise, and vindicate thy reign.

4.

Behold the long-expected day,

1.

God of my praise, thy silence break;
Thy timeliest aid my woes bespeak,
While tongues to falsehood train'd prepare
To wrap me in the deathful snars:

2.

Now words of deepest art they try;
Now hostile threats around me fly;
And Crouds, inflam'd with causeless rage;
Wars, fiercest wars, against me wage.

3.

While thus with Enmity profest
My Fame they wound, my Peace molest,
While stedfast Hate my Love repays,
To Thee my Soul incessant prays:

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My heart is fix'd, eternal Sire;
My heart is fix'd: To Thee aspire
My Thoughts, and dictate to my lays
An argument of endless praise.

2.

To Thee, great God, my joyous tongue
Preluding forms the grateful song:
That tongue, whose highest praise shall be:
The pow'r it boasts of praising Thee.

3.

Awake, my lute, and new-strung lyre;
Instinct, myself, with holy fire
I wake; and lo, the dawning Sun
Already hears the strain begun.

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