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O Lord our Lord how excellent! Ps. viii. 1.

Old Version. O God our Lord, how wonderful

Are thy works ev'ry where ! Thy fame surmounts in dignity

The highest heav'ns that are.

Ev'n by the mouth of tender babes

Thou wilt confound thy foes ; For in those babes thy might is seen,

Thy graces they disclose.

And when I see the heav'ns above,

The works of thy own hand;
The sun, and moon, and all the stars,

In order as they stand.

Lord! what is man, that thou of him

Tak’st such abundant care ?
Or what the son of man, whom thou

To visit dost not spare ?

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Who through faith subdued kingdoms. Heb. xi. 33.
O, for an overcoming faith,

To cheer my dying hours !
To triumph o'er the monster death,

And his terrific pow'rs.

Joyful, with all the strength I have,

My quiv'ring lips shall sing ; “Where is thy boasted victry grave?

And where's the monster's sting?

If sin be pardon'd, I'm secure,

Death hath no sting beside ; The law condemns, I feel its pow'r,

But Christ my ransom died.

Now, to the God of victory,

Immortal thanks be paid ;
Who makes us conqu’rors while we live,

Through Christ, our living head.

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I will love thee O Lord my strength! Ps. xviii. 1.

Old Version. O God, my strength and fortitude,

Of force I must love thee; Thou art my castle and defence,

In my necessity.

The Lord descended from above,

And bowed the heav'ns most high : And underneath his feet he cast

The darkness of the sky.

On cherubs and on cherubim,

Full royally he rode;
And on the wings of mighty winds,

Came flying all abroad.

Who then is God except the Lord ?

Other there sure is none; Or who is the Omnipotent,

Saving our God alone ?

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Praise ye the Lord. Ps. cxxxv. 1. Old Version. O praise the Lord, praise ye his name,

Praise him with one accord; O praise him still, all ye that be

The servants of the Lord.

O praise him, ye that stand and see

The glory of the Lord;
Ye of his court and of his house,

Praise him with one accord.

Praise ye the Lord, for he is good,

Sing praises to his name; It is a sweet and pleasant thing,

His praises to proclaim.

The Lord most surely will avenge

His people with all speed ; And to his servants he will show

Favour in time of need.

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Pray without ceasing. 1 Thess. v. 17. PRAY'R is the soul's sincere desire,

Utter'd or unexprest; The motion of an hidden fire

That trembles in the breast.

Pray’r is the burden of a sigh,

The falling of a tear; . The upward glancing of an eye,

When none but God is near.

Pray’r is the simplest form of speech

That infant lips can try; Pray’r, the sublimest strains that reach

The Majesty on high.

Pray’r is the christian's vital breath;

The christian's native air; His watchword at the gate of death ;

He enters heav'n with pray’r.

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