Poems (Gifford)/Psalm c.

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PSALM C.
Praise ye the Lord, all ye dwellers on earth,Enter His presence with sanctified mirth;Let each new morning His praises prolong,Serve Him with gladness and jubilant song.
He is our Maker, His people we are;He is our God, and our wants are His care;In His green pastures He gives us to feed,'Tis He that satisfies all our deep need.
Gladly and thankfully then let us comeUnto the courts where He maketh His home;There let us gather His mercy to tell,There let our praises exultingly swell.
For He is good, and no time can effaceE'en the least jot of His limitless grace;Free is His mercy, His promise is sure,And to all ages His truth shall endure.
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