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Wake every tuneful string,
Let every creature sing,
Praise ye, praise ye,
Praise ye the Lord;
Maker of earth and sea,
We lift our hearts to Thee,
With lofty melody;
Praise ye the Lord.
Great His eternal Name,
Now and for aye the same;
Praise ye, praise ye,
Praise ye the Lord;
Firm as the mountain band
Girding the fertile land,
His truth shall ever stand;
Praise ye the Lord.
He spake, and it was done,
His arm the vict’ry won;
Praise ye, praise ye,
Praise ye the Lord;
He, from sepulchral night
Lifting the soul to light,
Crowns it with glory bright;
Praise ye the Lord.
Angels around His throne,
Making His wonders known,
Praise ye, praise ye,
Praise ye the Lord;
O ye redeemed on high,
Down thro’ the azure sky
Echo the glad reply—
Praise ye the Lord.
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