My soul her song shall raise

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1 My Soul her Song shall raise,
The LORD of Host to praise,
For whilst I my Breath enjoy,
This Tribute I will bring,
And daily Praises sing,
In triumphant Songs of Joy.

2 On Princes ne'er depend,
For they cannot defend,
Nor in Danger Help supply;
Depriv'd of Breath, they must
Return again to Dust,
And with them their Thoughts shall die.

3 How highly bless'd are they,
Who with Devotion pray,
Unto Jacob's GOD for Aid;
He form'd the Heav'n and Earth,
And to the Sea gave Birth,
Nor forgets his Promise made.

4 When Men the Poor oppress,
He doth their Wrongs redress,
And the Hungry he doth feed;
Doth Pris'ners Chains unbind,
Give Sight unto the Blind,
Whilst they walk from Darkness freed.

5 The Weak and Fall'n he rears,
GOD for the Righteous cares,
And the Stranger doth defend;
The weeping Widow's Cause
His tender Pity draws,
Helpless Babes on him depend.

6 GOD shall the Wicked slay,
In their unrighteous Way,
But o'er Sion he is King;
From Age to Age his Reign
Shall ever sure remain;
To the LORD loud Praises sing.

Source: The Psalms of David: with the Ten Commandments, Creed, Lord's Prayer, &c. in metre...for the use of the Reformed Protestant Dutch church of the city of New York #CXLVI

Adapter: Francis Hopkinson

Francis Hopkinson; grad. College of Philadelphia with master’s degree; studied law and passed Pa. bar; opened conveyancer’s office in Philadelphia; musical and literary talent; prolific writer who frequently used pen name, A. B. LOC Name Authority Files Go to person page >

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First Line: My soul her song shall raise
Adapter: Francis Hopkinson
Source: Tate and Brady's New Version, "O praise the Lord, and thou, my soul"
Language: English



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