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Sing loud to God our strength; with joy
to Jacob’s God do sing.
Take up a psalm, the pleasant harp,
timbrel and psalt’ry bring.
Blow trumpets at new-moon, what day
our feast appointed is:
For charge to Isr’el, and a law
of Jacob’s God was this.
To Joseph this a testimony
he made, when Egypt land
He travell’d through, where speech I heard
I did not understand.
His shoulder I from burdens took,
his hands from pots did free.
Thou didst in trouble on me call,
and I deliver’d thee:
In secret place of thundering
I did thee answer make;
And at the streams of Meribah
of thee a proof did take.
O thou, my people, give an ear,
I’ll testify to thee;
To thee, O Isr’el, if thou wilt
but hearken unto me.
In midst of thee there shall not be
any strange god at all;
Nor unto any god unknown
thou bowing down shalt fall.
I am the Lord thy God, which did
from Egypt land thee guide;
I’ll fill thy mouth abundantly,
do thou it open wide.
But yet my people to my voice
would not attentive be;
And ev’n my chosen Israel
he would have none of me.
So to the lust of their own hearts
I them delivered;
And then in counsels of their own
they vainly wandered.
O that my people had me heard,
Isr’el my ways had chose!
I had their en’mies soon subdu’d,
my hand turn’d on their foes.
The haters of the Lord to him
submission should have feign’d;
But as for them, their time should have
for evermore remain’d.
He should have also fed them with
the finest of the wheat;
Of honey from the rock thy fill
I should have made thee eat.
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