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Arise, ye people, clap the hand,
Exulting strike the chord:
Let ev'ry Isle, and ev'ry Land,
Confess th' Almighty Lord.

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How awful his mysterious Name!
How high advanc'd his Seat!
Who bids the Nations own our claim,
And casts them at our feet.

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He to our lot a Land assign'd,
His favour'd Jacob 's boast,
And blest with gifts of various kind

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On Thee, great Ruler of the Skies,
On Thee our stedfast hope relies:
When hostile pow'rs against us join,
What Aid so present, Lord, as thine?

2.

By Thee secur'd, no fears we own,
Though Earth, convuls'd, beneath us groan,
Though tempests o'er her surface sweep,
And whirl her hills into the Deep:

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Though, arm'd with rage, before our eyes
That Deep in all its horrors rise,
While, as the tumult spreads around,
The mountains tremble at the sound.

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My heart its noblest Theme has found:
O Thou, with regal splendor crown'd,
Thy pow'r, thy greatness taught to know,
How shall my lips with praise o'erflow!

2.

To Thee the grateful strains belong;
Thy Worth shall bid my willing tongue,
Quick as the pen of readiest art,
The dictates of my soul impart.

3.

Hail, fairer than the Sons of Men!
Grace on thy lips and Beauty reign,
That speak thee honour'd from above,
And blest with God's eternal Love.

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Taught by our Sires, great God, our ear
Thy wondrous Acts has wak'd to hear,
The Mercies to their Tribes reveal'd,
When Ages long o'erpast beheld.
By Thee dissodg'd an impious race
Yield to their chosen Seed a place;

2.

When Israel 's Sons, thy foes o'erthrown,
Obtain'd possessions not their own;
Where, planted by the hand divine,
With large increase their prosp'ring Line
Are bless'd, and nourish'd by thy care
The fulness of thy bounty share.

3.

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O weigh me, Lord, in equal scale,
And let my injur'd cause prevail:
O save me from an impious Throng,
The Sons of Violence and Wrong.

2.

God of my strength, to Thee I cry;
Say why, by Thee rejected, why,
I bend beneath a weight of woe,
And bear the insults of the Foe.

3.

O let thy Light attend my way,
Thy Truth afford its steady ray,
To Sion 's Hill direct my feet,
And bring me to thy hallow'd Seat:

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Admitted to thy Altars there,

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As pants the Hart for cooling springs,
So longs my Soul, O King of Kings,
Thy face in near approach to see,
So thirsts, great Source of Life, for Thee.

2.

With ardent zeal, with strong desires
To Thee, to Thee my Soul aspires;
When shall I reach thy blest abode?
When meet the presence of my God?

3.

Tears, Lord, Thou know'st, have been my bread,
By day, by night, profusely shed,
While thus they urge me to despair:
" Where's now thy God, thou Outcast, where? "

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Blest, who with gen'rous pity glows,
Who learns to feel another's woes,
Bows to the poor man's want his ear,
And wipes the helpless Orphan's tear:

2.

Who to th' afflicted gives relief,
And kindly soothes each anxious grief;
In ev'ry want, in ev'ry woe,
Himself thy pity, Lord, shall know;

3.

Thy Love his life shall guard, thy hand
Give to his lot the chosen land,
Nor leave him in the dreadful day
To unrelenting foes a prey.

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With patient hope my God I sought;
He to his Suppliant's want his thought
In happiest hour applied:
He from the dark and miry pit
High on the rock has rais'd my feet;
Nor fear my steps to slide.

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His praise inspires my grateful tongue,
And dictates to my lips a song
In strains unheard before.
Admiring crouds his work shall see,
Their strength on Him repose with Me,
With Me his name adore.

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My steps Discretion's rules shall guide;
Nor error from my lips shall slide,
(Thus to myself resolv'd I said;)
Nor word, in Wisdom's scale unweigh'd:

2.

While lawless crouds attend me nigh,
And mark me with insidious eye,
Behold me with the steady rein
Each effort of my tongue restrain.

3.

Awhile my soul its purpose keeps;
A stubborn silence seals my lips:
But O! from themes of good withheld,
How oft my full-swoln heart rebell'd!

4.

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O Spare me, Lord, nor o'er my head
The fulness of thy vengeance shed:
Pierc'd by thy shafts, great God, I stand,
And feel the pressure of thy hand.

2.

Thou seest, from health estrang'd, my frame
The terrors of thy wrath proclaim,
While conscious guilt alarms my breast,
And robs my tortur'd joints of rest.

3.

Whelm'd with a weight of sins I mourn,
A weight too heavy to be borne;
My wounds, whose smart those sins repays,
The wide-infected air betrays.

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