LYRICS
| Meter: | 8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
| | Writer(s): | Nicholas Brady & Nahum Tate
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| | Dates: | 1696
| | Bible Refs: | Ps 66:8-20
| A New Version of the Psalms of David
| 1821
| 66
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| 1. O all ye nations, bless our God,
and loudly speak his praise;
Who keeps our soul alive, and still
confirms our steadfast ways
2. For thou hast tried us, Lord, as fire,
does try the precious ore;
Thou brought'st us into straits, where we
oppressing burdens bore.
3. Insulting foes did us, their slaves,
through fire and water chase;
But yet at last thou brought'st us forth
into a wealthy place.
4. Burnt off'rings to thy house I'll bring,
and there my vows I'll pay,
Which I with solemn zeal did make
in trouble's dismal day.
5. Then shall the richest incense smoke,
the fattest rams shall fall;
The choicest goats from out the fold,
and bullocks from the stall.
6. O come, all ye that fear the Lord,
attend with heedful care;
Whilst I, what God for me has done,
with grateful joy declare.
7. As I before his aid implored,
so now I praise his Name;
Who, if my heart had harbored sin,
would all my pray'rs disclaim.
8. But God to me, whene'er I cried,
his gracious ear did bend;
And to the voice of my request
with constant love attend.
9. Then blessed for ever be my God,
who never, when I Pray,
Withholds his mercy from my soul,
nor turns his face away.
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