Let us with a gladsome mind
Praise the Lord, for He is kind
For His mercies shall 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-tressèd sun
Caused all day his course to run
And the silver moon by night
'Mid her spangled sisters bright
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He His chosen race did bless
In the wasteful wilderness
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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