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Praise to God.

1Let us, with a gladsome mind,

Praise the Lord, for he is kind;

For his mercies shall endure,

Ever faithful, ever sure.

2Let us sound his name abroad,

For of gods he is the God;

Who, with all-commanding might,

Filled the new-made world with light;

3Caused the golden-tressed sun

All day long his course to run;

And the moon to shine by night,

'Mongst her spangled sisters bright.

4His own people he did bless,

In the wasteful wilderness;

He hath, with a piteous eye,

Viewed us in our misery.

5All his creatures he doth feed;

His full hand supplies their need;

Let us, therefore, warble forth

His high majesty and worth.

Praise and Holiness.

1O render thanks to God above,

The fountain of eternal love;

Whose mercy firm through ages past

Has stood and shall forever last.

2Who can his mighty deeds express?--

Not only vast, but numberless!

What mortal eloquence can raise

His tribute of immortal praise?

3Happy are they, and only they,

Who from thy judgments never stray;

Who know what's right, nor only so,

But always practise what they know.

4Extend to me that favor, Lord,

Thou to thy chosen dost afford:

When thou return'st to set them free,

Let thy salvation visit me.