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Praise God. The Lord praise, O my soul.
I’ll praise God while I live;
While I have being to my God
in songs I’ll praises give.
Trust not in princes, nor man’s son,
in whom there is no stay:
His breath departs, to’s earth he turns;
that day his thoughts decay.
O happy is that man and blest,
whom Jacob’s God doth aid;
Whose hope upon the Lord doth rest,
and on his God is stay’d:
Who made the earth and heavens high,
who made the swelling deep,
And all that is within the same;
who truth doth ever keep:
Who righteous judgment executes
for those oppress’d that be,
Who to the hungry giveth food;
God sets the pris’ners free.
The Lord doth give the blind their sight,
the bowed down doth raise:
The Lord doth dearly love all those
that walk in upright ways.
The stranger’s shield, the widow’s stay,
the orphan’s help, is he:
But yet by him the wicked’s way
turn’d upside down shall be.
The Lord shall reign for evermore:
thy God, O Sion, he
Reigns to all generations.
Praise to the Lord give ye.
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