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To thee alone, my King, my God,
2. Thou in the morn my voice fhalt hear,
3. O let all thofe who truft in thee,
4. To righteous men, the righteous Lord, His bleffings will extend;
And with his favour, all his faints,
Thou to whom all creatures bow, Within this earthly frame; Thro' all the world how great art thou, How glorious is thy name.
2. When heav'n, thy beauteous work on Employs my wand'ring fight,
The moon, that nightly rules the sky.
3. What's man, fay I, that, Lord, thou lov'st To keep him in thy mind?
Or what his offspring, that thou
4. Him next in pow'r thou didft create
5. They jointly own his pow'rful fway,
6. O thou to whom all creatures bow
Thro' all the world how great art thou,
8. O. V.
God our Lord, how wonderful
Thy fame furmounts in dignity,
2. And when I fee the heav'ns above,
3. Ev'n by the mouth of fucking babes
4. Lord, what is man, that thou of him Tak'ft fuch abundant care;
Or what the Son of Man, whom thou
O celebrate thy praife, O Lord, I will my heart prepare: To all the lift'ning world, thy works, Thy wond'rous works declare.
2. The thoughts of them fhall to my foul, Exalted pleafure bring:
Whilft to thy name, O thou most high,
3. All those who have his goodnefs prov'd,
4. Sing praises, therefore, to the Lord,
1. ORD, who is he, that happy man,
That he may praife thee here below,
2. 'Tis he whofe ev'ry thought and deed,
3. Who never did a flander forge, His neighbour's fame to wound,
Nor hearken to a falfe report,
4. Who to his plighted vows and truft Hath ever firmly stood;
And though he promise to his lofs,
5. The man who by this fteady course, Hath happiness enfur'd,
When earth's foundation fhakes fhall ftand, By Providence fecur'd.
Y foul shall ever bless the Lord,
2. I ftrive each action to approve,
No danger fhall my hopes remove,
3. Therefore my heart all grief defies, My glory fhall rejoice;