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Praise God: ye servants of the Lord,
O praise, the Lord’s name praise.
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Yea, blessed be the name of God
from this time forth always.
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From rising sun to where it sets,
God’s name is to be prais’d.
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Above all nations God is high,
‘bove heav’ns his glory rais’d.
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Unto the Lord our God that dwells
on high, who can compare?
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Himself that humbleth things to see
in heav’n and earth that are.
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He from the dust doth raise the poor,
that very low doth lie;
And from the dunghill lifts the man
oppress’d with poverty;
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That he may highly him advance,
and with the princes set;
With those that of his people are
the chief, ev’n princes great.
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The barren woman house to keep
he maketh, and to be
Of sons a mother full of joy.
Praise to the Lord give ye.
