Your maker's praise, ye righteous souls, proclaim

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Your maker's praise, ye righteous souls, proclaim; All ye his servants, hymn his holy name;

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The name of your tremendous Lord adore, That all to endless time may hail his pow'r;

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From morn to night, while glads the sun the day, Let man the mercies of his God display;

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His God, above the nations seated high, High in the heav'ns, enthron'd in majesty.

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What fancied god can with our God compare? Whose throne's supported by the azure air;

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Whose eye, all-seeing, heav'n and earth pervades,

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Who in their deep distress the wretched aids;

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The poor who raises from his low estate, And, equal with proud princes, makes him great;

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Who gives the sterile womb a fruitful birth; With joy the matron brings her issue forth; With joy she views her progeny around; The praises of your God, ye just, resound.