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... Praise the Lord , for he is kind ; For his mercies aye endure , Ever faithful , ever sure . Let us blaze his name abroad , For of gods he is the God ; For his , etc. O let us his praises tell , Who doth the wrathful tyrants quell ; For ...
... Praise the Lord , for he is kind ; For his mercies aye endure , Ever faithful , ever sure . Let us blaze his name abroad , For of gods he is the God ; For his , etc. O let us his praises tell , Who doth the wrathful tyrants quell ; For ...
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... praise him in thy sphere While day arises , that sweet hour of prime . Thou Sun , of this great world both eye and soul , Acknowledge him thy greater ; sound his praise In thy eternal course , both when thou climb'st , And when high ...
... praise him in thy sphere While day arises , that sweet hour of prime . Thou Sun , of this great world both eye and soul , Acknowledge him thy greater ; sound his praise In thy eternal course , both when thou climb'st , And when high ...
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... praise . His praise ye Winds , that from four quarters blow , Breathe soft or loud ; and wave your tops , ye Pines , With every plant , in sign of worship wave . Fountains , and ye that warble , as ye flow , Melodious murmurs , warbling ...
... praise . His praise ye Winds , that from four quarters blow , Breathe soft or loud ; and wave your tops , ye Pines , With every plant , in sign of worship wave . Fountains , and ye that warble , as ye flow , Melodious murmurs , warbling ...
Contents
Preface | v |
A Paraphrase on Psalm 114 | 1 |
On the Death of a Fair Infant Anno Ætatis | 7 |
Copyright | |
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