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Sing
ye the Lord a new refrain; the assembly of saints should be telling
his praises.
Israel joyful be in him who hath made him.
Let Zion's children rejoice in him who is their mighty king;
Let them be praising his name's honor in dances; with timbrels and with
psalt'ries unto him be playing.
As doth a father mercy show
God, take still further now our part,
To his own little children dear,
So doth the Lord to all men,
If as pure children we him fear.
He sees our feeble powers,
God knows we are but dust;
For, lacking thee, nought shall we gain
Of all these our endeavors.
Just as the grass in mowing,
Or bud and falling leaf,
If wind but o'er it bloweth,
It is no longer there,
So be thou our true shield and light,
And if our hope betray us not,
Thou wilt thus henceforth help us.
E'en so is man's life passing,
His end to him is near.
Blest he whose hope both strong and firm
On thee and on thy grace doth rest.
Praise ye the Lord in all his doings, praise ye him in all his might
and majesty!
All things which breath do draw, praise ye the Lord, hallelujah!
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