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TATE & BRADY.

Praise to God for his wonderful Works. Ps. 111.
1 PRAISE ye the Lord; our God to praise
My soul her utmost powers shall raise:
With private friends, and in the throng
Of saints, his praise shall be my song.

2 His works, for greatness, though renowned,
His wondrous works with ease are found
By those who seek for them aright,
And in the pious search delight.

3 His works are all of matchless fame,
And universal glory claim;

His truth, confirmed through ages past,
Shall to eternal ages last.

4 By precept he has us enjoined,

To keep his wondrous works in mind;
And to posterity record,

That good and gracious is our Lord.

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MONTGOMERY.

Universal Praise. Ps. 117.

1 ALL ye nations, praise the Lord,
All ye lands, your voices raise;
Heaven and earth, with loud accord,
Praise the Lord, forever praise.

2 For his truth and mercy stand,
Past, and present, and to be,
Like the years of his right hand,
Like his own eternity.

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3 Praise him, ye who know his love;
Praise him, from the depths beneath:
Praise him in the heights above;
Praise your Maker, all that breathe!

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Praise to God from all Nations. Ps. 117. 1 FROM all that dwell below the skies, Let the Creator's praise arise; Let the Redeemer's name be sung Through every land, by every tongue. 2 Eternal are thy mercies, Lord; Eternal truth attends thy word:

Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore, Till suns shall rise and set no more.

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Praise from all Nations. Ps. 117.

1 THY name, almighty Lord,

Shall sound through distant lands: Great is thy grace, and sure thy word; Thy truth forever stands.

2 Far be thine honor spread,

And long thy praise endure,
Till morning light and evening shade
Shall be exchanged no more.

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Cheerful Praise. Ps. 136.

1 LET us, with a gladsome mind,
Praise the Lord, for he is kind;
For his mercies aye endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.

2 He, with all commanding might,
Filled the new-made world with light;
For his mercies, &c.

3 He his chosen race did bless In the wasteful wilderness; For his mercies, &c.

4 He hath, with a piteous eye, Looked upon our misery; For his mercies, &c.

5 All things living he doth feed; His full hand supplies their need; For his mercies, &c.

6 Let us therefore warble forth His high majesty and worth; For his mercies, &c.

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TATE & BRADY.

Praise to the Creator and Preserver.

1 To God, the mighty Lord,
Your joyful thanks repeat;
To him due praise afford,
As good as he is great.

For God does prove
Our constant friend,
His boundless love
Shall never end.

Ps. 136.

2 By his almighty hand
Amazing works are wrought;
The heavens by his command
Were to perfection brought.
For God does prove
Our constant friend,

His boundless love
Shall never end.

3 God spread the ocean round
About the spacious land,
And made the rising ground
Above the waters stand.
For God does prove
Our constant friend,
His boundless love
Shall never end.

4 Through heaven he did display
His numerous hosts of light;
The sun to rule by day,
The moon and stars by night.
For God does prove
Our constant friend,
His boundless love
Shall never end.

5 He does the food supply,
On which all creatures live;
To God, who reigns on high,
Eternal praises give.

For God will prove
Our constant friend,
His boundless love
Shall never end.

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1 TH' Almighty reigns, exalted high
O'er all the earth, o'er all the sky;
Though clouds and darkness veil his feet,
His dwelling is the mercy-seat.

2 Immortal light, and joys unknown,
Are for the saints in darkness sown;
Those glorious seeds shall spring and rise,
And the bright harvest bless our eyes.

3 Rejoice, ye righteous, and record
The sacred honors of the Lord;

None but the soul that feels his grace
Can triumph in his holiness.

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DODDRIDGE.

Praising God through the whole of our Existence. Ps. 146.

1 GOD of my life! through all its days

My grateful powers shall sound thy praise;
The song shall wake with opening light,
And warble to the silent night.

2 When anxious cares would break my rest,
And griefs would tear my throbbing breast,
Thy tuneful praises, raised on high,
Shall check the murmur and the sigh.

3 When death o'er nature shall prevail,
And all my powers of language fail,
Joy through my swimming eyes shall break,
And mean the thanks I cannot speak.

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