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- Amid the thronging worshipers the Lord, our God, I bless;
before his people gathered here his name will I confess.
Come, praise him, all who fear the Lord, the children of his grace;
with reverence sound his glories forth and bow before his face.
- The burden of the sorrowful the Lord will not despise;
he has not turned from those who mourn, he listens to their cries.
His goodness makes me join the throng where saints his praise proclaim,
and there will I fulfill my vows with those who fear his name.
- He feeds with good the humble soul and satisfies the meek,
and they shall live and praise the Lord who for his mercy seek.
The ends of all the earth will hear, the nations seek the Lord;
they worship him, the King of kings, in earth and heaven adored.