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How good it is
to thank the Lord,
And praise to Thee,
Most High, accord,
To show Thy love
with morning light,
And tell Thy
faithfulness each night;
Yea, good it is
Thy praise to sing,
And all our sweetest
music bring.
O Lord, with joy
my heart expands,
Before the wonders
of Thy hands;
Great works, Jehovah,
Thou hast wrought,
Exceeding deep
Thine every thought;
A foolish man knows
not their worth,
Nor he whose mind
is of the earth.
When as the grass
the wicked grow,
When sinners
flourish here below,
Then is there
endless ruin nigh,
But Thou, O Lord,
art throned on high;
Thy foes shall fall
before Thy might,
The wicked shall
be put to flight.
The righteous man
shall flourish well,
And in the house of God
shall dwell;
He shall be like
a goodly tree,
And all his life
shall fruitful be;
For righteous is
the Lord and just,
He is my Rock,
in Him I trust.
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Year
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Song #
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| 1961 | # 535 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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ST. PETERSBURG
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 8 8
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Writer(s):
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Dates:
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1825
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Song #
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Key
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| # 505 | No key | | # 177 | C |
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