PSALM CXIII. Rev. Samuel Wesley Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. T31323 K034809.000 Wesley, John, 1703-1791. Wesley, Charles, 1707-1788. Hymns and sacred poems: Published by John Wesley, ... and Charles Wesley, ... London printed by William Strahan; and sold by James Hutton; and at Mr. Bray's 1739 pp. 136-137. x,[6],223,[1]p.; 12⁰.

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PSALM CXIII. I. YE-Priests of GOD , whose happy Days Are spent in your Creator's Praise , Still more and more his Fame express ! Ye pious Worshippers proclaim With Shouts of Joy his holy Name ; Nor satisfy'd with praising , bless . II . Let GOD's high Praises still resound Beyond old Time's too scanty Bound , And thro' eternal Ages pierce , From where the Sun first gilds the Streams To where he sets with purpled Beams , Thro' all the wide-stretch'd Universe . III . The various Tribes of Earth obey Thy awful and imperial Sway ; Nor Earth thy Sov'reign Pow'r confines ; Above the Sun's all-chearing Light , Above the Stars , and far more bright Thy pure essential Glory shines . IV . What Mortal form'd of fading Clay , What Native of eternal Day Can with the GOD of Heav'n compare ? Yet Angels round thy glorious Throne Thou stoop'st to view : Nor They alone ; Ev'n earth-born Men thy Goodness share . V. The Poor Thou liftest from the Dust ; The Sinner , if in Thee he trust , From Depths of Guilt and Shame Thou'lt raise ; That he , in Peace and Safety plac'd , With Pow'r and Love and Wisdom grac'd , May sing aloud his Saviour's Praise .