O Sing Ye Hallelujah (EN 1917)

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O sing ye hallelujah! ’Tis good our God to praise.

’Tis pleasant and becoming to Him our songs to raise;

He builds the walls of Zion, He seeks her wandering sons;

He binds their wounds and comforts the brokenhearted ones.

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The starry hosts He numbers, He calls them all by name;

His greatness and His wisdom His wondrous works proclaim;

The meek He lifts to honor, He humbles sinful pride.

Give thanks to Him and utter His praises far and wide.

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The heav’ns with clouds He covers, He sends the cheering rain;

The slopes of all the mountains He fills with grass and grain;

To beast and bird His goodness their daily food supplies;

He cares for all His creatures, attentive to their cries.

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No human power delights Him, no earthly pomp or pride;

He loves the meek who fear Him and in His love confide;

Then praise thy God, O Zion, His gracious aid confess;

He gives thee peace and plenty, His gifts thy children bless.

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He sends His swift commandment, and snow and ice enfold

The world, and none are able to stand before His cold.

Again He gives commandment: The winds of summer blow,

The snow and ice are melted, again the waters flow.

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His statues and His judgments He makes His people know;

To them as to no others His grace He loves to show;

For matchless grace and mercy your grateful praises bring;

To give Him thanks forever and hallelujah sing.