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I O WOULD, my God, that I could praise thee
With thousand tongues, by day and night!
How many a song my lips should raise thee,
Who orderest all things here aright;
My thankful heart would ever be
Telling what God hath done for me.
2 O all ye powers that he implanted,
Arise! keep silence thus no more;

Praise pe the Lord.

Put forth the strength that he hath granted;
Your noblest work is to adore.

O soul and body, make ye meet
With heartfelt praise your Lord to greet..

3 Ye forest-leaves so green and tender,
That dance for joy in summer air;
Ye meadow-grasses bright and slender;

Ye flowers so wondrous sweet and fair:

Ye live to show his praise alone;
Help me to make his glory known.

4 O all things that have breath and motion, That throng with life earth, sea, and sky, Now join me in my heart's devotion,

Help me to raise his praises high. My utmost powers can ne'er aright Declare the wonders of his might.

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3 Praise the Almighty, Creator and Ruler most holy;

Whose love, unchanging, forgets not the mighty or lowly;

Sing and rejoice!

Join every tongue in glad praise;

Bless ye our Father in heaven!

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I WHATE'ER my God ordains is right,
Holy his will abideth ;

I will be still, whate'er he doth,
And follow where he guideth.
He is my God;

Though dark my road,

He holds me that I shall not fall,
Wherefore to him I leave it all.

2 Whate'er my God ordains is right,
He never will deceive me;
He leads me by the proper path,
I know he will not leave me,
And take content

What he hath sent;

His hand can turn my grief away,

And patiently I wait his day.

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I TILL he come ! O, let the words Linger on the trembling chords; Let the little while between

In their golden light be seen;

Let us think how heaven and home

Lie beyond that "Till he come."

2 When the weary ones we love
Enter on their rest above,
Seems the earth so poor and vast,
All our life-joy overcast?

Hush! be every murmur dumb:
It is only till he come.