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All ye that fear God’s holy Name,
His glory tell, His praise proclaim;
Ye children of His chosen race,
Stand ye in awe before His face,
Stand ye in awe before His face.
The suffering one He has not spurned
Who unto Him for succor turned;
From him He has not hid His face
But answered his request in grace,
But answered his request in grace.
O Lord, Thy goodness makes me raise
Amid Thy people songs of praise;
Before all them that fear Thee, now
I worship Thee and pay my vow,
I worship Thee and pay my vow.
For all the meek Thou wilt provide,
They shall be fed and satisfied;
All they that seek the Lord shall live
And never ending praises give,
And never ending praises give.
