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Praise ye the Lord: unto him sing
a new song, and his praise
In the assembly of his saints
in sweet psalms do ye raise.
Let Isr’el in his Maker joy,
and to him praises sing:
Let all that Sion’s children are
be joyful in their King.
O let them unto his great name
give praises in the dance;
Let them with timbrel and with harp
in songs his praise advance.
For God doth pleasure take in those
that his own people be;
And he with his salvation
the meek will beautify.
And in his glory excellent
let all his saints rejoice:
Let them to him upon their beds
aloud lift up their voice.
Let in their mouth aloft be rais’d
the high praise of the Lord,
And let them have in their right hand
a sharp two-edged sword;
To execute the vengeance due
upon the heathen all,
And make deserved punishment
upon the people fall.
And ev’n with chains, as pris’ners, bind
their kings that them command;
Yea, and with iron fetters strong,
the nobles of their land.
On them the judgment to perform
found written in his word:
This honour is to all his saints.
O do ye praise the Lord.
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