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                         O Sing Ye Hallelujah!
                               Psalm 147


1.   O sing ye hallelujah! 'Tis good our God to praise; 'Tis pleasant and
     becoming to Him our songs to raise. He builds the walls of Zion, He seeks
     her wandering sons, He binds their wounds and comforts the brokenhearted
     ones.

2.   The starry hosts He numbers, He calls them all by name; His greatness and
     His wisdom His wondrous works proclaim. The meek He lifts to honor, He
     humbles sinful pride; Give thanks to Him and utter His praises far and
     wide.

3.   No human pow'r delights Him, no earthly pomp or pride; He loves the
     meek who fear Him and in His love confide. Then praise thy God, O Zion;
     His gracious aid confess; He gives thee peace and plenty, His gifts thy
     children bless.

4.   His statutes and His judgments He makes His people know; To them as to
     no others His grace He loves to show. For matchless grace and mercy your
     grateful praises bring; To Him give thanks forever, and hallelujah sing.