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Praise ye the Lord from pole to pole




Praise ye the Lord, from pole to pole!
Praise thou the Lord, my soul, my soul!
Long as I live, my voice shall raise,
My pulse repeat, the song of praise.


In men, in princes, put no trust:
Their breath goes forth, they turn to dust;
Then, fleeting as the flower of grass,
Perish their thoughts, their glories pass.


Thrice happy he whose heart can say,
"The God of Jacob is my stay:
The Lord of hosts my help shall be,
Who made the heaven, the earth, the sea."


The Lord avenges the opprest,
He sends the wandering stranger rest;
The Lord unbinds the prisoner's chain,
He sets the fallen up again.


The Lord restores the blind to sight,
Gives strength to them that have no might;
The Lord relieves in their distress
The widow and the fatherless.


The Lord supplies the poor with food,
He loves to do the righteous good;
But for the wicked, in his wrath,
He turns destruction on their path.


The Lord shall reign for evermore,
Thy King, O Zion!--Him adore;
Let unborn generations raise
To God, thy God, the song of praise.


Praise ye the Lord, from pole to pole!
Praise thou the Lord, my soul, my soul!
Long as I live, my voice shall raise,
My pulse repeat, the song of praise.


In men, in princes, put no trust:
Their breath goes forth, they turn to dust;
Then, fleeting as the flower of grass,
Perish their thoughts, their glories pass.


Thrice happy he whose heart can say,
"The God of Jacob is my stay:
The Lord of hosts my help shall be,
Who made the heaven, the earth, the sea."


The Lord avenges the opprest,
He sends the wandering stranger rest;
The Lord unbinds the prisoner's chain,
He sets the fallen up again.


The Lord restores the blind to sight,
Gives strength to them that have no might;
The Lord relieves in their distress
The widow and the fatherless.


The Lord supplies the poor with food,
He loves to do the righteous good;
But for the wicked, in his wrath,
He turns destruction on their path.


The Lord shall reign for evermore,
Thy King, O Zion!--Him adore;
Let unborn generations raise
To God, thy God, the song of praise.

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LYRICS
Meter: 8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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      MUSIC
      Name: ROCKINGHAM (Miller)
      Meter: 8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
      Writer(s):
        Dates: 1790
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