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To thee alone, my King, my God,
Will I for help repair.

2. Thou in the morn my voice fhalt hear,
And with the dawning day,
To thee devoutly I'll look up,
To thee devoutly pray.

3. O let all thofe who truft in thee,
With fhouts their joy proclaim;
Let them rejoice, whom thou preferv'ft,
And all that love thy name.

4. To righteous men, the righteous Lord, His bleffings will extend;

And with his favour, all his faints,
As with a fhield defend.




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,

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The moon, that nightly rules the sky.
With ftars of feebler light:

3. What's man, fay I, that, Lord, thou lov'st To keep him in thy mind?

Or what his offspring, that thou
To him fo wond'rous kind.


4. Him next in pow'r thou didft create
To thy celeftial train,
Ordain'd with dignity and state,
O'er all thy works to reign.

5. They jointly own his pow'rful fway,
The beafts that prey or graze;
The bird that wings its airy way,
The fish that cuts the feas.

6. O thou to whom all creatures bow
Within this earthly frame;

Thro' all the world how great art thou,
How glorious is thy name.



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God our Lord, how wonderful
Are thy works ev'ry where;


Thy fame furmounts in dignity,
The highest heav'ns that are..

2. And when I fee the heav'ns above,
The works of thine own hand,
The fun, the moon, and all the stars,
In order as they stand.

3. Ev'n by the mouth of fucking babes
Thou wilt confound thy foes;
For in thofe babes thy might is feen,
Thy graces they difclofe.

4. Lord, what is man, that thou of him Tak'ft fuch abundant care;

Or what the Son of Man, whom thou
To vifit doft not spare.



O celebrate thy praife, O Lord, I will my heart prepare: To all the lift'ning world, thy works, Thy wond'rous works declare.


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2. The thoughts of them fhall to my foul, Exalted pleafure bring:

Whilft to thy name, O thou most high,
Triumphant praise I'll fing.

3. All those who have his goodnefs prov'd,
Will in his truth confide;
Whose mercy ne'er forfook the man,
That on his help rely'd.

4. Sing praises, therefore, to the Lord,
From Sion his abode:
Proclaim his deeds, till all the world
Confefs no other God.



1. ORD, who is he, that happy man,
Whom thou fo well doft love;

That he may praife thee here below,
And dwell with thee above.

2. 'Tis he whofe ev'ry thought and deed,
By rules of virtue moves;
Whose gen'rous tongue difdains to speak
The thing his heart difproves.

3. Who never did a flander forge, His neighbour's fame to wound,



Nor hearken to a falfe report,
Nor malice whisper'd round.

4. Who to his plighted vows and truft Hath ever firmly stood;

And though he promise to his lofs,
Yet makes his promise good.

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5. The man who by this fteady course, Hath happiness enfur'd,

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When earth's foundation fhakes fhall ftand, By Providence fecur'd.



Y foul shall ever bless the Lord,
Whose precepts give me light;
And private counfel ftill afford
In forrow's difmal night.

2. I ftrive each action to approve,
To his all-feeing eye;

No danger fhall my hopes remove,
Because he still is nigh.

3. Therefore my heart all grief defies, My glory fhall rejoice;


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