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My soul, praise the Lord, speak good of his name!
His mercies record, his bounties proclaim:
To God, their creator, let all creatures raise
The song of thanksgiving, the chorus of praise!
Though hid from man’s sight, God sits on his throne,
Yet here by his works their author is known:
The world shines a mirror its maker to show,
And heaven views its image reflected below.
By knowledge supreme, by wisdom divine,
God governs this earth with gracious design;
O’er beast, bird, and insect, his providence reigns,
Whose will first created, whose love still sustains.
And man, his last work, with reason endued,
Who, falling through sin, by grace is renewed;
To God, his creator, let man ever raise
The song of thanksgiving, the chorus of praise!
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10 10 11 11
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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| 1851 | # 82 |
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