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I'll praise my Ma-ker with my

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I'LL praise my Maker with my breath;
And when my voice is lost in death,
Praise shall employ my nobler powers:
My days of praise shall ne'er be past,
While life, and thought, and being last,
Or immortality endures.

Happy the man whose hopes rely
On Israel's God; he made the sky,
And earth, and seas, with all their train:
His truth forever stands secure;
He saves the oppressed, he feeds the poor;
And none shall find his promise vain.

He loves his saints, he knows them well,
But turns the wicked down to hell;
Thy God, O Zion, ever reigns;
Let every tongue, let every age,
In this exalted work engage;
Praise him in everlasting strains.

I'll praise him while he lends me breath;
And when my voice is lost in death,

Praise shall employ my nobler powers: My days of praise shall ne'er be past, While life, and thought, and being last, Or immortality endures.

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O HAPPY nation, where the Lord
Reveals the treasure of his word,
And builds his church, his earthly throne;
His eye the heathen world surveys;
He formed their hearts, he knows their
But God, their Maker, is unknown. [ways;

In sickness, or the bloody field,
Thou our Physician, thou our Shield,
Send us salvation from thy throne:
We wait to see thy goodness shine;
Let us rejoice in help divine,
For all our hope is God alone.

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WITH grateful hearts, with joyful tongues, To God we raise united songs;

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His power and mercy we proclaim;
This land through every age shall own
Jehovah here has fixed his throne,
And triumph in his mighty name.

Long as the moon her course shall run,
Or man behold the circling sun,
O, still may God amidst us reign,
Crown our just counsels with success,
With peace and joy our borders bless,
And all our sacred rights maintain.

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LET all the earth their voices raise
To sing a psalm of nobler praise,
To sing and bless Jehovah's name;
His glory let the heathen know,
His wonders to the nations show,
And all his saving works proclaim.

O, haste the day, the glorious hour,
When earth shall feel his saving power,
And barbarous nations fear his name:
Then shall the race of man confess
The beauty of his holiness,
And in his courts his grace proclaim.

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GREAT God, the heavens' well-ordered
Declares the glories of thy name; [frame
There thy rich works of wonder shine;
A thousand starry beauties there,
A thousand radiant marks, appear,
Of boundless power and skill divine.
From night to day, from day to night,
The dawning and the dying light
Lectures of heavenly wisdom read;
With silent eloquence they raise
Our thoughts to our Creator's praise,
And neither sound nor language need.

Yet their divine instructions run
Far as the journeys of the sun,
And every nation knows their voice;
The sun, like some young bridegroom drest,
Breaks from the chambers of the east,
Rolls round and makes the earth rejoice.

Where'er he spreads his beams abroad,
He smiles and speaks his Maker, God;
All nature joins to show thy praise;
Thus God in every creature shines;
Fair is the book of nature's lines,
But fairer is thy book of grace.

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I LOVE the volume of thy word;
What light and joy those leaves afford
To souls benighted and distressed!
Thy precepts guide my doubtful way;
Thy fear forbids my feet to stray;
Thy promise leads my heart to rest.

From the discoveries of thy law
The perfect rules of life I draw;
These are my study and delight;
Not honey so invites the taste,
Nor gold that has the furnace passed,
Appears so pleasing to the sight.

Thy threat'nings wake my slumb'ring eyes,
And warn me where my danger lies;
But 'tis thy blesséd gospel, Lord,
That makes my guilty conscience clean,
Converts my soul, subdues my sin,
And gives a free but large reward.

Who knows the errors of his thoughts?
My God, forgive my secret faults,

And from presumptuous sins restrain; Accept my poor attempts of praise, That I have read thy book of grace And book of nature not in vain.

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GREAT God, beneath whose piercing eye
The world's extended kingdoms lie,
We bow before thy heavenly throne;
Thy favoring smile upholds them all;
Thine anger smites them, and they fall;
Thy power we see, thy greatness own.

To thee, with grateful hearts, we raise
The tribute of exulting praise,
Our country's Guardian, Guide, and Friend;
Preserved by thee for ages past,
For ages let thy kindness last,
And e'er thy sheltering care extend.

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THERE is a glorious land afar, Beyond the brightest burning star,

Where peace interminably reigns,-
Where soft and balmy breezes blow,
And golden rivers gently flow,
And gladness smiles o'er all the plains.

No grovelling thought, no treacherous smile,
No word unkind, no act of guile,
Will e'er disturb the sacred rest;
On every peaceful brow will shine
A living beauty, all divine,
And love pervade the sinless breast.

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YE saints and servants of the Lord,
The triumphs of his name record;
His sacred name forever bless :
Where'er the circling sun displays
His rising beams or setting rays,
Due praise to his great name address.

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THINK, mighty God, on feeble man ;
How few his hours, how short his span!
Short from the cradle to the grave;
Who can secure his vital breath
Against the bold demands of death,
With skill to fly, or power to save?

Lord, shall it be forever said,
"The race of man was only made
For sickness, sorrow, and the dust"?
Are not thy servants, day by day,
Sent to their graves, and turned to clay?
Lord, where's thy kindness to the just?

Hast thou not promised to thy Son
And all his seed a heavenly crown?
But flesh and sense indulge despair;
Forever blesséd be the Lord,
That faith can read his holy word,
And find a resurrection there.

The regions of eternal day

But shadows of his glory are ;

To him whose majesty excels,

Who gives his saints a long reward For all their toil, reproach, and pain; Let all below and all above