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10 Who Egypt fmote in her firft-born,
That Hral might not mourn forlorn';
Whofe mercy lafts for evermore;
Thy God, O Ifrael, adore!

11 Who hath fuch works of wonder wrought,
Who Ifra'l bath from Egypt brought;
Whofe mercy lafts for evermore;
Thy Leader, Ifrael, adore!

12 Who ftretched out his mighty armi,
And fav'd thee from the grand alarm;
Whofe mercy lafts for evermore;
Thy Saviour, Ifrael, adore!

13 Who made the Red-fea part in twain,
And for his chofen form a lane;
Whofe mercy lafts for

evermore;
The wonder-working God adore!
14 The Lord, who carried Ifra'l through
The waters, which afunder flew;
The Lord who rules the floods adore;
His mercy lafts for evermore.

15 The Lord, who Pharaoh overthrew,
And Pharaoh's mighty army too,
Amidft the Red-fea-O adore;...
His mercy lafts for evermore.

16 The Lord who through the defert led
His people, whom his love made glad;
The Lord our Shepherd, blefs, adore;
His mercy lafts for evermore..

17 Who great and mighty princes fmote,
With mighty armies where they fought;
The Lord, th' almighty Lord, adore;
His mercy lafts for evermore.

18 Who flew great kings of high renown,

And trod them under Ifra'l down;
The Lord, the King of kings, adore;
His mercy lasts for evermore.

19 Who Sihon, king of th' Amorite,
Deftroyed for his haughty fpite;
The Lord, th' avenging Lord, adore;
His mercy lafts for evermore.
20 Who Og, the King of Bathan hill,
That vow'd in Ifra'l's blood to swill,
Deftroy'd in wrath-the Lord adore;
His mercy lafts for evermore.

21 Who gave their land for heritage,
Of heav'nly reft an earthly pledge
To God's redeem'd-the Lord adore;
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gave their land to Ifrael,

His 22 Who

His fervant, whom he lov'd fo well:
The God of Ifra'l, O adore;

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23 Who us into his mind did call,
And rais'd us from our deadly fall:
The Lord, our Saviour, blefs, adore;
His mercy lasts for evermore?
24 The Lord who us delivered

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From all our foes, by whom we bled:
Our Lord, Redeemer, O adore;
His mercy lafts for evermore,

The Lord who gives all flefh their food,
Who fills our hearts with gratitude;'
The Lord, the bounteous Lord, adore;
His mercy lafts for evermore.

26 The Lord, the Lord of earth and heav'a, To him alone be glory giv'n!

The Lord Meffiah blefs, adore;
His mercy lafts for evermore.

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SECOND VERSION.

I PRAISE God, for he is good;
Unto Meffiah fing

Sweet fongs of gratitude;

For he's the Lord our King:
For evermore

His light divine,
Wherein we fhine,
We fhall explore.

2 He is the God of gods;
Let all the gods him praife,
With high celeftial odes,
And everlasting lays :
For he, in love

Perpetual,

Hath made them all

To fhine above.

3 He is the Lord of lords,
The fov reign Lord of all;
Let them revere his words
All round the earthly ball:
For, by his nod,
Their fceptres they
Have leave to fway,

And lift the rod.

4 He works the wonders all
Which make the nations ftare;

The kingdoms, great and small,
By him created were:

Let them obey,

In love and faith,
Whate'er he saith ;

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5 The heav'ns by wisdom he
Expanded all'abroad;
And ftretch'd his canopy
All over our abode :

Let heav'n and earth,

Beneath the wing
Of God their King,
Exprefs their mirth.

6 He spread the earth above
The horrors of the deep,
And bade them ne'er remove,
But their own bound'ries keep:
O let them now,

Submiffively,
Before him lie,

And lowly bow.

7 He is himself the light;
He made the light to spring
From the primeval night,
That we might ever fing,
He is the Light,

The Life of men;
With him we reign
In glory bright.'

8 He made the fun to rule,

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And measure out the days;

For he is bountiful

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To all beneath his rays:
O let the fun,

With all below,

Set forth and fhow

What he hath done..

He made the moon and ftars,

And bade them rule the night;

The glory that is theirs

Is but the fhade of light:

But

But let them shine -

In their own place,
To patch the face
Of Light divine.

to He fmote the Egyptian race,
And flew their whole firft-born;
Because they scorn'd his grace,
They mourn their hopes forlorn:
O tremble then,

Who fpurn his way,
In this your day,

Ye fons of men. za

11 Ifra'l he fav'd, and led

From their tyrannic lords,

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Who fcorn'd the Lord their Head,

And laugh'd at all his words:

Let Ifra'l, then,

The Lord adore,

For evermore

Bleft in his reign.

12 By his almighty hand

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He fav'd his chofen race,

And brought them from the land
Of bondage and difgrace:

O then adore

The Lord your King,

Who you did bring

From flav'ry fore..

13 He made the Red-fea fly
In twain, to right and left;
And Ifra'l marched dry,
When he the billows cleft:
O Ifra'l, thou,

Thy Lord adore.

For evermore,

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And pay thy you.

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