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O come, let us sing to the Lord:
come, let us ev’ry one
A joyful noise make to the Rock
of our salvation.
Let us before his presence come
with praise and thankful voice;
Let us sing psalms to him with grace,
and make a joyful noise.
For God, a great God, and great King,
above all gods he is.
Depths of the earth are in his hand,
the strength of hills is his.
To him the spacious sea belongs,
for he the same did make;
The dry land also from his hands
its form at first did take.
O come, and let us worship him,
let us bow down withal,
And on our knees before the Lord
our Maker let us fall.
For he’s our God, the people we
of his own pasture are,
And of his hand the sheep; to-day,
if ye his voice will hear,
Then harden not your hearts, as in
the provocation,
As in the desert, on the day
of the tentation:
When me your fathers tempt’d and prov’d,
and did my working see;
Ev’n for the space of forty years
this race hath grieved me.
I said, This people errs in heart,
my ways they do not know:
To whom I sware in wrath, that to
my rest they should not go.
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Ps 95;
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