English poem
Psalm CXXXVIII. Common Metre. A song of Praise
by Anonymous
To thee, my God, my heart shall bring The lively grateful song; Attending crouds shall hear me sing With rapture on my tongue.
Amidst the glories of thy name Thy truth exalted shines; A faithful God, thy words proclaim In everlasting lines.
Th' eternal God looks kindly down On pious humble souls; But from afar his piercing frown The sons of pride controuls.
Thou, Lord, wilt all my hopes fulfil, To thee, the work belongs; Let endless mercy guide me still, And tune my grateful songs.
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- Psalm CXXXVI. Hallelujah Metre
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- PSALM LIV. Common Metre