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PSALM XCVIII.
ING to the Lord! oh, raise the song!Great things His power hath done;
His own right hand, His holy arm,
The victory hath won.
The Lord hath made His mercy known
On every distant shore,
And heathen lands at length have seen
His righteousness and power.
On every distant shore,
And heathen lands at length have seen
His righteousness and power.
Oh, Israel! He hath called to mind
His love and truth to thee;
And every clime, from pole to pole,
Shall His salvation see.
His love and truth to thee;
And every clime, from pole to pole,
Shall His salvation see.
Let all the earth sublimely raise
To Him the joyful sound,
And let the strains of triumph roll
The spacious earth around.
To Him the joyful sound,
And let the strains of triumph roll
The spacious earth around.
Sing to the Lord with harp and lute,
Oh! raise the grateful song;
The praises of our God and King
Let every voice prolong.
Oh! raise the grateful song;
The praises of our God and King
Let every voice prolong.
