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How sundry, O Lord, are all thy works found !
With wisdom full great they are indeed wrought;
So that the whole world of thy praise doth sound;
And as for thy riches, they pass all men's thought.
So is the great sea, which is large and broad,
Where creeping things swarm and beasts of each sort,
There mighty ships sail, and some lie at road;
The whale huge and monstrous there also doth sport.
All things on tbee wait, thou dost them relieve,
And thou in due time full well dost 'them feed.
Now when it doth please thee the same for to give,
They gather full gladly those things which they need:
Thou open'st thy hand, and they find such grace,
That they with good things are filled we see;
But sore they are troubled if thou bide thy face,
For if thou their breath take vile dust then they be.
Again when thy Spirit from thee doth proceed,
All things to appoint, and what shall ensue;
Then are they created as thou bast decreed,
And dost by tby goodness the dry earth renew.
The praise of the Lord for ever shall last,
Who may in his works by right well rejoice;
His look can the earth make to tremble full fast,
And likewise the mountains to smoke at his voice,
To this Lord and God will I sing always;
So long as I live my God praise will I
Then an I most certain, my words shall him please,
I will rejoice in him, to him I will cry.
The sinners, O Lord, consume in thine ire;
Also the perverse, them root out with shame:
But as for my soul now let it still desire,
And say with the faithful, Praise ye the Lord's Name.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Dates:
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1561,1812
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 104:17-24;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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| 1812 | # 104 |
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