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PSALM 146. First Part. L.M.
Praise to God for his goodness and truth. (cont.)
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And earth and seas, with all their train;
And none shall find his promise vain.
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His truth for ever stands secure;
He saves th' opprest, he feeds the poor;
He sends the lab'ring conscience peace,
And grants the pris'ner sweet release.
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The Lord hath eyes to give the blind;
The Lord supports the sinking mind;
He helps the stranger in distress,
The widow and the fatherless.
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He loves his saints, he knows them well,
But turns the wicked down to hell:
Thy God, O Zion, ever reigns;
Praise him in everlasting strains.
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PSALM 146. Second Part. L.M.
Praise to God for his power, mercy and truth.
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I'll praise my Maker with my breath:
And when my voice is lost in death,
Praise shall employ my nobler pow'rs:
My days of praise shall ne'er be past,
While life, and thought, and being last,
Or immortality endures.
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Why should I make a man my trust!
Princes must die and turn to dust:
Vain is the help of flesh and blood;
Their breath departs, their pomp, and pow'r,
And thoughts, all vanish in an hour:
Nor can they make their promise good.
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Happy the man whose hopes rely
On Israel's God; he made the sky,
And earth and seas, with all their train:
His truth for ever stands secure;
He saves th' opprest, he feeds the poor;
And none shall find his promise vain.
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PSALM 146. Second Part. L.M.
Praise to God for his power, mercy and truth. (cont.)
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The Lord hath eyes to give the blind;
The Lord supports the sinking mind;
He sends the lab'ring conscience peace;
He helps the stranger in distress,
The widow, and the fatherless;
And grants the pris'ner sweet release.
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He loves his saints, he knows them well:
But turns the wicked down to hell:
Thy God, O Zion, ever reigns.
Let ev'ry tongue, let ev'ry age,
In this exalted work engage;
Praise him in everlasting strains.
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I'll praise him while he lends me breath;
And when my voice is lost in death,
Praise shall employ my nobler pow'rs:
My days of praise shall ne'er be past,
While life, and thought, and being last,
Or immortality endures.
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PSALM 147. First Part. L.M.
Providence and grace.
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PRAISE ye the Lord: 'tis good to raise
Our hearts and voices in his praise:
His nature and his works invite
To make this duty our delight.
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The Lord builds up Jerusalem,
And gathers nations to his name:
His mercy melts the stubborn soul,
And makes the broken spirit whole.
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He form'd the stars, those heavenly flames,
He counts their numbers, calls their names:
His wisdom's vast, and knows no bound,
A deep where all our thoughts are drown'd.
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Great is our Lord, and great his might;
And all his glories infinite;
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