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| PRAISE ye the Lord! | |
| Not in the temple of shapeliest mould, | |
| Polished with marble and gleaming with gold, | |
| Piled upon pillars of slenderest grace, | |
| But here in the blue sky’s luminous face, | 5 |
| Praise ye the Lord! | |
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| Praise ye the Lord! | |
| Not where the organ’s melodious wave | |
| Dies ’neath the rafters that narrow the nave, | |
| But here with the free wind’s wandering sweep, | 10 |
| Here with the billow that booms from the deep, | |
| Praise ye the Lord! | |
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| Praise ye the Lord! | |
| Not where the pale-faced multitude meet | |
| In the sweltering lane and the dun-visaged street, | 15 |
| But here where bright ocean, thick sown with green isles, | |
| Feeds the glad eye with a harvest of smiles, | |
| Praise ye the Lord! | |
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| Praise ye the Lord! | |
| Here where the strength of the old granite Ben | 20 |
| Towers o’er the greenswarded grace of the glen, | |
| Where the birch flings its fragrance abroad on the hill, | |
| And the bee of the heather-bloom wanders at will, | |
| Praise ye the Lord! | |
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| Praise ye the Lord! | 25 |
| Here where the loch, the dark mountain’s fair daughter, | |
| Down the red scaur flings the white-streaming water, | |
| Leaping and tossing and swirling forever, | |
| Down to the bed of the smooth-rolling river, | |
| Praise ye the Lord! | 30 |
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| Praise ye the Lord! | |
| Not where the voice of a preacher instructs you, | |
| Not where the hand of a mortal conducts you, | |
| But where the bright welkin in scripture of glory | |
| Blazons creation’s miraculous story, | 35 |
| Praise ye the Lord! | |
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| Praise ye the Lord! | |
| The wind and the welkin, the sun and the river, | |
| Weaving a tissue of wonders forever; | |
| The mead and the mountain, the flower and the tree, | 40 |
| What is their pomp, but a vision of thee, | |
| Wonderful Lord? | |
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| Praise ye the Lord! | |
| Not in the square-hewn, many-tiered pile, | |
| Not in the long-drawn, dim-shadowed aisle, | 45 |
| But where the bright world, with age never hoary, | |
| Flashes her brightness and thunders his glory, | |
| Praise ye the Lord! | |
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