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All lands to God in joyful sounds,

aloft your voices raise.

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Sing forth the honour of his name,

and glorious make his praise.

3

Say unto God, How terrible

in all thy works art thou!

Through thy great pow’r thy foes to thee

shall be constrain’d to bow.

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All on the earth shall worship thee,

they shall thy praise proclaim

In songs: they shall sing cheerfully

unto thy holy name.

5

Come, and the works that God hath wrought

with admiration see:

In ’s working to the sons of men

most terrible is he.

6

Into dry land the sea he turn’d,

and they a passage had;

Ev’n marching through the flood on foot,

there we in him were glad.

7

He ruleth ever by his pow’r;

his eyes the nations see:

O let not the rebellious ones

lift up themselves on high.

8

Ye people, bless our God; aloud

the voice speak of his praise:

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Our soul in life who safe preserves,

our foot from sliding stays.

10

For thou didst prove and try us, Lord,

as men do silver try;

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Brought’st us into the net, and mad’st

bands on our loins to lie.

12

Thou hast caus’d men ride o’er our heads;

and though that we did pass

Through fire and water, yet thou brought’st

us to a wealthy place.

13

I’ll bring burnt off’rings to thy house;

to thee my vows I’ll pay,

14

Which my lips utter’d, my mouth spake,

when trouble on me lay.

15

Burnt-sacrifices of fat rams

with incense I will bring;

Of bullocks and of goats I will

present an offering.

16

All that fear God, come, hear, I’ll tell

what he did for my soul.

17

I with my mouth unto him cry’d,

my tongue did him extol.

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If in my heart I sin regard,

the Lord me will not hear:

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But surely God me heard, and to

my prayer’s voice gave ear.

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O let the Lord, our gracious God,

for ever blessed be,

Who turned not my pray’r from him,

nor yet his grace from me.