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God the Creator. |
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Long as yon glittering arch shall bend, Long as yon orbs in glory roll,
Long as the streams of life descend To cheer with hope the fainting soul,
Thy praise shall fill each grateful voice, Shall bid the song of rapture sound :
And heaven's exulting sons rejoice To bear the full Hosanna round.
John Bowdler. |
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XXIII.
Psalm CI 11.
Praise, my soul, the King of heaven ;
To His feet thy tribute bring ; Ransomed, healed, restored, forgiven,
Who like me His praise should sing ? Praise Him ! praise Him ! • Praise the everlasting King !
Praise Him for His grace and favour,
To our fathers in distress ; Praise Him, still the same for ever,
Slow to chide, and swift to bless ; Praise Him ! praise him !
Glorious in His faithfulness !
Father-like He tends and spares us ;
Well our feeble frame he knows ; In His hands He gently bears us,
Rescues us from all our foes : Praise Him ! praise him !
Widely as His mercy flows! |
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