O Thou, my soul, Jehovah bless, Thou Lord my God most great

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O Thou, my soul, Jehovah bless, Thou Lord my God most great: With majesty and comelinefs Thou cloathed art in state.

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Who dost thy sslf with light array, As if a robe it were; Who like a curtain doth display The heav'ns every where.

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Who doth the beams of chambers lay I'th' waters, and he makes The clouds his chariot, and his way On wings of wind he takes.

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His ministers a fi'ry flame, His angels spirits makes. The earth he founded on her frame, So that it never shakes.

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As with a robe thou with the deep Didst overspread the land: Aloft above the mountains steep, The waters they did stand.

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When thou didit them rebuke, they fled Ev'n then away full fast: And at thy thunder's voice they sped Their course away in haste.

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They up aloft by mountains past Down by the vales did go, The place for them which fix'd thou hast Until they come unto.

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Thou hast appointed them a bound Which they may not pass o'er, That they to cover the dry ground May turn again mo more.

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Into the vales he sendeth springs, Which run among the hills:

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Thence drink to all field beasts he brings- Wild asses drink their. fills

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The fowls of heav'n dwell there which sing Among the springs with mirth.

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From lofts to hills he rain doth bring Thy works fruit fills the earth.

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For beasts the grass, and for man's good He makes the herb to spring: That what may serve them for their food He from the earth may bring.

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And wine man's heart that maketh glad, And oyl his face to shine: And for the heart of man gives bread A strong support to find.

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Jehovah's trees that are most strong No fill of sap do want; The cedar trees of Lebanon The which himself doth plant.

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That so the little birds may there Upon them build their nest: As for the stork, the fir-trees are The places of her rest.

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The hills for wild goats refuge be, The conies rocks enclose: The moon for seasons made hath he, The sun his setting knows.

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Thou darknefs mak'ft, and night comes on When wood-beasts creep out all.

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Roar for their prey do lions young, From God for food they call.

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The sun doth rise, they in their dens Then couch, they go aside.

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Man to his work, and labour tends Unto the ev'ning tide.

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Thy works, O Lord, how manifold! Them all thou mad'st with skill: The earth doth of thy riches hold Abundantly her fill.

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So doth the sea so great and wide, Wherein things creeping be Beyond all count, small beasts beside Those of great quantity.

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There go the ships, there thou didst make Leviathan to play.

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Their food in season to partake, All on thee waiting stay.

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They gather that thou dost bestow, Thine hand thou open'st wide: With such things as are good, they so Are fully satisfy'd.

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Thou hid'st thy face, they troubled are, Their breath thou tak'st away: And then they die, likewise repair Unto their dust do they.

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Thou mak'st thy spirit forth to go They are created then: And of the earth the face also Thou dost renew again.

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The glory of Jehovah shall Last to eternity; The Lord shall in his doings all Take pleasure joyfully.

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The earth doth fall a trembling when He thereupon doth look: The mountains he doth touch, and then Immediately they smoak.

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I'll to the Lord sing chearfully Throughout my life always: While I a being have will I Unto my God sing praise.

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Full sweet the meditation Of him (shall be to me: I in the EVER BEING ONE Exceeding glad will be.

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From off the earth let sinners cease, And wicked be no more: O thou my soul, Jehovah bless, Praise ye the Lord therefore.