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4 No bleeding bird, nor bleeding beast,
Nor hyssop branch, nor sprinkling priest,
Can wash the guilty stain away.
No Jewish types could cleanse us so. 6While guilt disturbs and breaks our peace,
Nor flesh nor soul hath rest nor ease;
L. M. Praise. 10 God, my heart is fix'd, 'tis bent,
Its thankful tribute to present ;
To Thee, my God, in songs of praise. 2 Awake, my glory; harp and lute,
No longer let your strings be mute;
Will with the early dawn awake. 3 Thy praises, Lord, I will resound
To all the list'ning nations round;
L. M. God our strength. 1 My soul for help on God relies ;
From Him alone my safety flows;
To bear the shock of all my foes.
And flowing blessings daily send ;
On Him my soul shall still depend. 3 In Him, ye people, always trust;
Before his throne pour out your hearts ;
His timely aid to us imparts.
In which He chiefly takes delight,
Praise for pardoning mercy.
In Sion waits, thy chosen seat!
And all our zealous vows complete. 2 0 Thou, who to my humble prayer
Didst always bend thy listning ear,
To stop thy flowing mercy try;
And washest out the crimson dye.
Within thy sacred dwelling lives :
God mighty and merciful.
To God their voices raise ;
And spread his glorious praise.
2 And let them say, How dreadful, Lord,
In all thy works art Thou !
Shall all be forc'd to bow.
His eyes the world survey;
Against his sov’reign sway.
Attend with heedful care;
With grateful joy declare.
Who never, when I pray,
Nor turns his face away,
In mercy, Lord, incline;
On all thy saints to shine.
May through the world be known,
And thy salvation own.
3 Let dift'ring nations join
To celebrate thy fame;
To praise thy glorious Name. 4 O let them shout and sing
With joy and pious mirth,
Shalt govern all the earth. 5. To God, the Father, Son,
And Spirit, glory be;
To all eternity.
Jehovah's awful name He bears ;
Who rides upon high rolling spheres.
Are heav'nly hosts that wait his will ;
As once it honour'd Sinai's hill.
Captivity hast captive led,