With raised voice, to God, our strength

Verse 1

With raised voice, to God, our strength, Aloud his praises sing; With shouting, make a joyful noise, To Jacob's God, and King.

Verse 2

Strike up a psalm, the timbrel bring, And with your voices join; The pleasant harp, and psaltery, In consort sweet combine.

Verse 3

The trumpet blow, in the new moon; When our feast-days arrive.

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To Israel, for a statute law, This Jacob's God did give.

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This witness he, in Joseph, set, When thorough Egypt's land He went; where we a language heard, We could not understand.

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Then, from his shoulders, I removed, The burden on him lay; His hands then ceased from the pots, And working in the clay.

Verse 7

In thy distress, thou call'dst on me, And I thy griefs removed; In thunders secret place replied, At Massah's stream thee proved.

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"Hear, O my people, my protest; O Israel hear my word.

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No strange god shall in thee be found; No foreign lord adored.

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Jehovah, I thy God, thee brought From Egypt's miry clays, Thy mouth wide open, I'll it fill, With plenty, and with praise.

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"But Israel would not hear my voice; Nor me their choice would make.

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So I them left to their heart's lusts, Their own advice to take.

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Oh, that my people me had heard, And walked in my command.

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I would have soon subdued their foes, And on them turned my hand."

Verse 15

From them that hate the Lord, I would A forced submission gain; But as for them, their happy times Forever should remain.

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I would have fed them with the best, And finest of the wheat; Of honey, from the rock distilled. They, to their fill, should eat.