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<h2>WITH SONGS AND HONORS SOUNDING LOUD</h2>
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<p align="center"><h3>“It is good to sing praises unto our God.” Psalm 147:1</h3></p>
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<center><b>Hymns Supplied Through the Gracious Generosity<br>of the </b><a href="http://www.hymntime.com/tch/" target = "_blank"><b>Cyber Hymnal Website</b></a><br><br><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/cyberhymnal_info.html" target = "_blank">Information about Cyber Hymnal Website</a></center>
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<p><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_w_a_watts_i.jpg" alt="Isaac Watts (1674-1748)" align="right" hspace="15" vspace="5" width="132.666666666667" height="184.666666666667"><em>Words:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_w_a_watts_i.html" target="_blank">Isaac Watts</a>, <em>The Psalms of David</em>, 1719.</p>
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<p><em>Music:</em> “Bedford,” William Wheale, circa 1723 </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_b_e_bedford.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td> </td><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/score_info.html" target = "_blank"><b>Link to obtain<br>musical score info</b></a></td></tr></table></p>
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<p>With songs and honors sounding loud,<br>
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Address the Lord on high;<br>
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Over the heav’ns He spreads His cloud,<br>
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And waters veil the sky.</p>
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<p>He sends His showers of blessing down<br>
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To cheer the plains below;<br>
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He makes the grass the mountains crown,<br>
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And corn in valleys grow.</p>
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<p>He gives the grazing ox his meat,<br>
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He hears the raven’s cry;<br>
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But man, who tastes His finest wheat,<br>
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Should raise His honors high.</p>
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<p>His steady counsels change the face<br>
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Of the declining year;<br>
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He bids the sun cut short his race,<br>
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And wintry days appear.</p>
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<p>His hoary frost, His fleecy snow,<br>
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Descend and clothe the ground;<br>
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The liquid streams forbear to flow,<br>
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In icy fetters bound.</p>
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<p>When from the dreadful stores on high<br>
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He pours the rattling hail,<br>
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The wretch that dares this God defy<br>
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Shall find his courage fail.</p>
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<p>He sends His Word, and melts the snow,<br>
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The fields no longer mourn;<br>
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He calls the warmer gales to blow,<br>
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And bids the spring return.</p>
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<p>The changing wind, the flying cloud,<br>
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Obey His mighty Word:<br>
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With songs and honors sounding loud,<br>
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Praise ye the sovereign Lord.</p>
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