Thanksgiving, C.M.D. [E]
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1 To render thanks to Thee, O LORD,
It is a comely thing,
And to Thy name, O Thou Most High,
Due praise aloud to sing;
2 Thy loving kindness to show forth
When shines the morning light,
And to declare Thy faithfulness
With pleasure every night;
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3 Upon a ten-stringed instrument
And on a psaltery,
Upon the harp with solemn sound,
With grave sweet melody.
4 For Thou, Jehovah, by Thy works
Hast gladness to me brought;
And I will triumph in the works
Which by Thy hands are wrought.
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5 How great, Jehovah, are Thy works!
How deep Thine every thought!
6 Unthinking man does not know this,
And fools acknowledge not;
7 That wicked men spring up like grass,
As blossoms sinners start,
To be destroyed forevermore.
8 But, LORD, Thou ever art.
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