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John Milton - Psalm CXXXVI. (136)John Milton - Psalm CXXXVI. (136)
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Let us with a gladsome mind  Praise the Lord for he is kind;        For his mercies aye endure,        Ever faithful, ever sure.    Let us blaze his Name abroad, For of gods he is the God;        For his, &c.    O let us his praises tell,  That doth the wrathful tyrants quell;        For his, &c.   That with his miracles doth make  Amaz褠Heaven and Earth to shake;        For his, &c.    That by his wisdom did create  The painted heavens so full of state;       For his, &c.    That did the solid Earth ordain  To rise above the watery plain;        For his, &c.    That by his all-commanding might, Did fill the new-made world with light;        For his, &c.    And caused the golden-tress褠Sun  All the day long his course to run;        For his, &c.   The horn褠Moon to shine by night  Amongst her spangled sisters bright;        For his, &c.    He, with his thunder-clasping hand,  Smote the first-born of Egypt land;       For his, &c.    And, in despite of Pharao fell,  He brought from thence his Israel;        For his, &c.    The ruddy waves he cleft in twain Of the Erythræ¡® main;        For his, &c.    The floods stood still, like walls of glass,  While the Hebrew bands did pass;        For his, &c.   But full soon they did devour  The tawny King with all his power;        For his, &c.    His chosen people he did bless  In the wasteful Wilderness;       For his, &c.    In bloody battail he brought down  Kings of prowess and renown;        For his, &c.    He foiled bold Seon and his host, That ruled the Amorrean coast;        For his, &c.    And large-limbed Og he did subdue,  With all his over-hardy crew;        For his, &c.   And to his servant Israel  He gave their land, therein to dwell;        For his, &c.    He hath, with a piteous eye,  Beheld us in our misery;        For his, &c.    And freed us from the slavery  Of the invading enemy;        For his, &c.    All living creatures he doth feed,  And with full hand supplies their need;        For his, &c.    Let us, therefore, warble forth  His mighty majesty and worth;        For his, &c.   That his mansion hath on high,  Above the reach of mortal eye;        For his, &c.
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