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1 The Lord praise: praise my soul the Lord. 2 So long as I do live I’ll praise the Lord; while that I am, praise to my God I’ll give. 3 Trust not in princes; nor man’s son who can no succour send. 4 His breath goes forth, to’s earth he turns, his thoughts that day do end.
5 Happy is he that hath the God of Jacob for his aid: whose expectation is upon Jehovah his God stay’d. 6 Which heav’n, earth, sea, all in them made: truth keeps for evermore: 7 Which for th’ oppressed judgment doth, gives to the hungry store,
the Lord doth loose the prisoners. 8 The Lord ope’s eyes of blind, the Lord doth raise the bowed down; the Lord to th’ just is kind. 9 The Lord saves strangers, and relieves the orphan, and widow: but he of them that wicked are the way doth overthrow.
10 The Lord shall reign for evermore, thy God, O Sion, he to generations all shall reign. O praise Jehovah ye.