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PSAL. CXIII.
PRaise ye the living Lord, praise ye your Lord and King,
All ye his servants, to his Name all praise and honour bring.
[verse 2] Now and in ages all his holy Name be blest;
And his great Name in places all be prais'd, from East to West.
[verse 3] Above the Nations all the Lord doth sit on hie;
Above the highest heav'ns he sits in glorious majestie.
[verse 4] With this great Lord and God who dareth to compare?
Whose dwellings far above the world so high exalted are?
[verse 5] Yet of his goodnesse great he doth descend so low,
As in the heavens and the earth the things to see and know.
[verse 6] He raiseth from the dust the poore that low did lie;
And from the dung-hill lifts the man opprest with povertie.
[verse 7] That him he may advance, and with the Princes set;
With those that of his people are the chiefe, ev'n Princes great.
[verse 8] To her that barren was, he children doth afford;
So she keeps house, a mother glad; praise ye the living Lord.