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105 lines
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1645
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PSALM 136
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by John Milton
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Let us with a gladsom mind
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Praise the Lord, for he is kind,
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For his mercies ay endure,
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Ever faithfull, ever sure.
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Let us blaze his Name abroad,
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For of gods he is the God;
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For, &c.
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O let us his praises tell,
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That doth the wrathfull tyrants quell.
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For, &c.
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That with his miracles doth make
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Amazed Heav'n and Earth to shake.
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For, &c.
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That by his wisdom did create
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The painted Heav'ns so full of state.
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For, &c.
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That did the solid Earth ordain
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To rise above the watry plain.
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For, &c.
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That by his all-commanding might,
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Did fill the new-made world with light.
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For, &c.
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And caus'd the Golden-tressed Sun,
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All the day long his cours to run.
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For, &c.
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The horned Moon to shine by night,
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Amongst her spangled sisters bright.
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For, &c.
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He with his thunder-clasping hand,
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Smote the first-born of Egypt Land.
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For, &c.
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And in despight of Pharao fell,
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He brought from thence his Israel.
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For, &c.
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The ruddy waves he cleft in twain,
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Of the Erythraean main.
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For, &c.
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The floods stood still like Walls of Glass,
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While the Hebrew Bands did pass.
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For, &c.
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But full soon they did devour
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The Tawny King with all his power.
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For, &c.
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His chosen people he did bless
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In the wastfull Wildernes.
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For, &c.
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In bloody battail he brought down
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Kings of prowess and renown.
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For, &c.
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He foild bold Seon and his host,
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That rul'd the Amorrean coast.
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For, &c.
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And large-lim'd Og he did subdue,
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With all his over hardy crew.
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For, &c.
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And to his Servant Israel,
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He gave their Land therin to dwell.
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For, &c.
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He hath with a piteous eye
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Beheld us in our misery.
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For, &c.
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And freed us from the slavery
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Of the invading enimy.
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For, &c.
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All living creatures he doth feed,
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And with full hand supplies their need.
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For, &c.
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Let us therfore warble forth
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His mighty Majesty and worth.
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For, &c.
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That his mansion hath on high
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Above the reach of mortall ey.
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For his mercies ay endure,
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Ever faithfull, ever sure.
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-THE END-
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