Let us, with a gladsome mind,
Praise the Lord, for he is kind:
For his mercies aye endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.
Let us blaze his name abroad,
For of gods he is the God:
He, with all-commanding might,
Filled the new-made world with light:
He the golden-tressed sun
Caused all day his course to run:
The horned moon to shine by night,
'Mid her spangled sisters bright:
All things living he doth feed,
His full hand supplies their need:
Let us, with a gladsome mind,
Praise the Lord, for he is kind:
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