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PSALM C.
Praise ye the Lord, all ye dwellers on earth,
Enter His presence with sanctified mirth;
Let each new morning His praises prolong,
Serve Him with gladness and jubilant song.

He is our Maker, His people we are;
He is our God, and our wants are His care;
In His green pastures He gives us to feed,
'Tis He that satisfies all our deep need.

Gladly and thankfully then let us come
Unto the courts where He maketh His home;
There let us gather His mercy to tell,
There let our praises exultingly swell.

For He is good, and no time can efface
E'en the least jot of His limitless grace;
Free is His mercy, His promise is sure,
And to all ages His truth shall endure.