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O praise the Lord, Jerusalem,
thy God, O Zion, praise;
For he the bars hath forgèd strong
wherewith thy gates he stays;
Thy children in thee he hath blest,
and in thy borders he
Doth settle peace, and with the flour
of wheat he filleth thee:
And his command likewise upon
the earth he sendeth out;
Also his word with speedy course
doth swiftly run about:
He giveth snow like wool, and frost
like ashes scatters wide;
Like morsels casts his ice; the cold
thereof who can abide?
He sendeth forth his mighty word,
and melteth them again;
His wind he makes to blow, and then
the waters flow amain.
The doctrine of his holy word
to Jacob he doth show,
His statutes and his judgments he
gives Israel to know.
With any nation hath he not
so dealt, nor have they known
His secret judgments: ye therefore,
praise ye the Lord alone.
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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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1562,1812
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 148:9-15;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Year
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| 1812 | # 148 |
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