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Kind as a father, o'er whose works there shine
Glories of mercy mixt with rays divine.

All thy works praise thee, and thy pow'r proclaim,
Thy kingdom's beauties, and thy holy name.

Thy saints shall bless thee, and thy acts make known, And to posterity continue down,

How to eternity thy rule extends,

And that thy empire, Lord, knows neither bounds nor ends.

The Lord upholds all those who fall, does raise
The poor on high, that they may see his ways:
On him the eyes of all his creatures wait,
To him they look, and he provides them meat,
Opens his hand, does their desires fulfil,
And as he answers theirs, performs his will.
So just is he, so righteous in his ways,

That were we silent, stones would speak his praise,
And to his afflicted people's pray'rs so near
That their requests ere finish'd granted are,
And when to him for help they send their cries,
His truth prevents them oft❜ner than denies.
For the desires of such, who him do fear,
Shall be fulfill'd and he their groans will hear,

Will crown their love, and with his own right hand
Destroy their foes, and on their ruins make them

stand.

Let the whole world, O God, sing praise to thee, And like mine may their songs eternal be!

WOODFORD.

PSALM CXLVI.

O thou, my soul, praise thou the Lord,
The Lord of love and God of light,
Extend thy powers with one accord,
Recount his name in inward sprite,
Express thy voice without delays,
O thou, my soul, sing still his praise.

My heart is set to laud this Lord,
This Lord so good is God of grace,
His lauds my life shall whole record,
Yea sure as long I bide in place,
My God to thank I will always,
O thou, my soul, sing still his praise.

O put no trust in princes' power,
The God of might is Lord to trust,
Yea trust no man, his fruit is sour,
No help in him, no credence just;
God's love is sure at all assays,

O thou, my soul, sing still his praise.

Man's breath once past, he turn❜th to dust,
This Lord so strong he ever last'th,
All earthly power decay it must,

Man's counsels all death's day doth waste;
God's help is firm, without decays,
O thou, my soul, sing still his praise.

Blest is the man, whose help is God,
The God of hosts to Jacob's seed,
Full fast with them he still abode,
Who God will trust, as well shall speed:
In him be set all stable stays:

O thou, my soul, sing still his praise.

This God made heaven and earth between,
The Lord so grand, so infinite,

He made the seas, with all therein
His truth in word he keep'th full right,
His deed from tongue makes never strays,
O thou, my soul, sing still his praise.

The Lord revengeth oppressed man,

This God of right, as is deserved,
All wrongs and spites requite he can,
He deal'th out bread to hunger-starved,
Thrall-men in bonds he useth to raise ;
O thou, my soul, sing still his praise.

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The Lord giveth sight to blinded eyes,
This God so bright to see again,
He lifteth the lame from ground to rise,
The just doth he in love retain,
To fill his life with joyful days;

O thou, my soul, sing still his praise.

In care the Lord all strangers keep'th,
Of them sure God he is at need,
And orphans loveth, and widows seek'th,
Nigh heart he tak'th their cries of dread,
Evil minded men to dust he brays,
Sing still, my soul, sing out his praise.

Praise God as king, who reign'th for aye
As God of thine, O Sion, high,
Resort to him, go not astray,.

Knit fast thine heart, shrink not awry:
Expel he will all fears and frays,

Rouse him, my soul, sing still his praise.

ARCHBISHOP PARKER.

PSALM CXLVI.

O my soul, do thou give praise,
And sing lays

To the Lord God ever-living:
And my tongue, till ty'd by death,
And my breath,

Praise to him shall still be giving.

Put no trust in potentates,

Nor in states,

Nor in wealth, in strength, or feature,

For in them no help is found

Sure, or sound,

Nor in any other creature.

For their staff of life is breath,

Which by death,

Soon is raz'd; their corps they cherish,

When as they soon after birth

Turn to earth,

All their thoughts, plots, counsels perish.

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