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6 Give Thanks to GOD, the heav'nly King His Mercies ftill endure:

Let the whole Earth his Praises fing;
His Truth is ever fure...

PSALM CXXXVI. Metre ii.

IVE to our GOD immortal Praise ;

GMercy and Truth are all his Ways;
Wonders of Grace to GOD belong,
Repeat his Mercies in your Song.

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2 Give to the LORD OF LORDS Renown, The KING OF KINGS with Glory crown: His Mercies ever fhall endure,

When Lords and Kings are known no more.

3 He built the Farth, He fpread the Sky,
And fix'd the ftarry Lights on high:
Wonders of Grace to GOD belong,
Repeat his Mercies in your Song.

4 He fills the Sun with Morning Light,
He bids the Moon direct the Night:
His Mercies ever shall endure,

When Suns and Moons fhall shine no more.

5 The Jews He freed from Pharaoh's Hand,
And brought them to the promis'd Land:
Wonders of Grace to GOD belong,
Repeat his Mercies in your Song.

6 He faw the Gentiles dead in Sin,
And felt his Pity work within:
His Mercies ever shall endure,naob
When Death and Sin shall reign na more.

7 He fent his SON with Pow'r to fave
From Guilt and Darknefs, and the Grave:
Wonders of Grace to GOD belong,
Repeat his Mercies in your Song.

8 Through this vain World he guides our Feet, And leads us to his heav'nly Seat:

His Mercies ever fhall endure,

When this vain World fhall be no more.

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IVE Thanks to God Moft High,
The univerfal LORD;

The fov'reign KING OF KINGS,

And be his Grace ador'd.

His Pow'r and Grace

Are fill the fame
And let his Name
Have endless Praife.

2 How mighty is his Hand!

What Wonders hath He done!
He form'd the Earth and Seas,
And spread the Heav'ns alone.

Thy Mercy, LORD,
Shall fill endure;
And ever fure
Abides thy Word.

3 His Wifdom form'd the Sun,
To crown the Day with Light;
The Moon and twinkling Stars,
To cheer the darkfome Night.

His Pow'r and Grace

Are ftill the fame;
And let his Name
Have endless Praife.

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He faw the Nations lie

All perifhing in Sin,

And pity'd the fad State

The ruin'd World was in."

Thy Mercy, LORD,
Shall fill endures
And ever fure

Abides thy Word.

5 He fent his only Son,

To fave us from our Woe;

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And ev'ry hurtful Foe.

His Pow'r and Grace

Are ftill the fame ;
And let his Name

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6 Give Thanks aloud to God,

To GOD the heav'nly KING; Looki And let the fpacious Earth

His Works and Glories fing.

Thy Mercy, LORD,

Shall ftill endure;
And ever fure
Abides thy Word.

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HEN we, our wearied Limbs to reft,
Sat down by proud Euphrates' Stream,
We wept with doleful Thoughts oppreft,
And Sion was our mournful Theme.

2 Our Harps, that, when with Joy we fung,
Were wont their tuneful Part to bear,
With filent Strings neglected hung:
On Willow Trees that wither'd there.

3 Mean while our Foes, who all conspir'd
To triumph in our flavish Wrongs,
Mufick and Mirth of us requir'd,
"Come, fing us one of Sion's Songs."
4 How shall we tune ouf Voice to fing?
Or touch our Harps with skilful Hands?
Shall Hymns of Joy to GOD our King
Be fung by Slaves in foreign Lands?

5 O Salem, our once happy Seat;
When I of thee forgetful prove,
Let then my trembling Hand forget
The fpeaking Strings with Art to move.

6 If I to mention thee forbear,
Eternal Silence, feize my Tongue;
Or if I fing one cheerful Air,
Till thy Deliv'rance is my Song..
PSALM CXXXVIII. Metre i.

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W Thy Praife I will proclaim;

ITH my whole Heart, my God and

Before the Gods with Joy I'll fing,
And bless thy holy Name.

2 I'il worship at thy facred Seat,
And with thy Love infpir'd,
The Praifes of thy Truth repeat,
O'er all thy Works admir'd.

3 Thou gracioufly inclin'dft thine Ear,
When I to Thee did cry:

And when my Soul was prefs'd with Fear,
Didft inward Strength fupply.

For GoD, although enthron'd on high,
Does thence the Poor respect :
The Proud far off, his fcornful Eyes an
Beholds with juft Neglect...
5 Though I with Troubles am opprefs'd,
He shall my Foes difarm,

Relieve my Soul, when moft diftrefs'd,'
And keep me fafe from Harm..

6 The LORD, whofe Mercies ever last,
Shall fix my happy State;
And mindful of his Favours paft,
Shall his own Work complete.

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PSALM CXXXVIII. Metre ii.

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I'll praise my MAKER in my Song:
Angels fhall hear the Notes I raise,
Approve the Song, and join the Praifel

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2 Angels that make thy Church their Care
Shall witness my Devotions there,
While holy Zeal directs my Eyes
To thy fair Temple in the Skies.
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