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| Stanza | Denson | Cooper | ||||
| 1 |
O come, loud Anthems let us sing. Loud Thanks to our Almighty King, For we our Voices high should raise, When our Salvation's Rock we praise. |
Old Hundred 49t, Stanza 1 |
Old Hundred 49t, Stanza 1 |
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| 2 |
Into his Presence let us haste, To thank him for his Favours past; To him address in joyful Songs The Praise that to his Name belongs. |
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| 3 |
For God the Lord enthron'd in State Is, with unrivall'd Glory, great; A King superior far to all, Whom, by his Title, God we call. |
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| 4 |
The Depths of Earth are in his Hand, Her secret Wealth at his Command; The Strength of Hills that threat the Skies Subjected to his Empire lies. |
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| 5 |
The rowling Ocean's vast Abyss By the fame sov'reign Right is his; 'Tis mov'd by his Almighty Hand, That form'd and fix'd the sold Land. |
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| 6 |
O let us to his Courts repair, And bow with Adoration there, Down on our Knees devoutly all Before the Lord our Maker fall. |
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| 7 |
For he's our God, our Shepherd he, His Flock and Pasture-Sheep are we; If then you'll (like his Flock) draw near, To Day, if you his Voice will hear, |
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| 8 |
Let not your hard'ned Hearts renew Your Fathers Crimes and Judgments too; Nor hear provoke my Wrath, as they In Desert Plains of Meribah; |
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| 9 |
When thro' the Wilderness they mov'd, And me with fresh Temptations prov'd; They still, thro' Unbelief, rebell'd, While they my wond'rous Works beheld. |
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| 10 |
They, forty Years, my Patience griev'd, Tho' daily I their Wants reliev'd; Then--'Tis a faithless Race, I said, Whose Heart from me has always stray'd; |
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| 11 |
They ne'er will tread my righteous Path; Therefore to them, in settled Wrath, Since they despis'd my Rest, I swear That they shall never enter there. |
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