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Psalm CXXXVI

by John Milton, 1909

Let us with a gladsome mind
Praise the Lord for he is kind;
      For his mercies aye endure,
      Ever faithful, ever sure.

Let us blaze his Name abroad,
For of gods he is the God;
      For his, &c.

O let us his praises tell,
That doth the wrathful tyrants quell;
      For his, &c.

That with his miracles doth make
Amazèd Heaven and Earth to shake;
      For his, &c.

That by his wisdom did create
The painted heavens so full of state;
      For his, &c.

That did the solid Earth ordain
To rise above the watery plain;
      For his, &c.

That by his all-commanding might,
Did fill the new-made world with light;
      For his, &c.

And caused the golden-tressèd Sun
All the day long his course to run;
      For his, &c.

The hornèd Moon to shine by night
Amongst her spangled sisters bright;
      For his, &c.

He, with his thunder-clasping hand,
Smote the first-born of Egypt land;
      For his, &c.

And, in despite of Pharao fell,
He brought from thence his Israel;
      For his, &c.

The ruddy waves he cleft in twain
Of the Erythræan main;
      For his, &c.

The floods stood still, like walls of glass,
While the Hebrew bands did pass;
      For his, &c.

But full soon they did devour
The tawny King with all his power;
      For his, &c.

His chosen people he did bless
In the wasteful Wilderness;
      For his, &c.

In bloody battail he brought down
Kings of prowess and renown;
      For his, &c.

He foiled bold Seon and his host,
That ruled the Amorrean coast;
      For his, &c.

And large-limbed Og he did subdue,
With all his over-hardy crew;
      For his, &c.

And to his servant Israel
He gave their land, therein to dwell;
      For his, &c.

He hath, with a piteous eye,
Beheld us in our misery;
      For his, &c.

And freed us from the slavery
Of the invading enemy;
      For his, &c.

All living creatures he doth feed,
And with full hand supplies their need;
      For his, &c.

Let us, therefore, warble forth
His mighty majesty and worth;
      For his, &c.

That his mansion hath on high,
Above the reach of mortal eye;
      For his, &c.

Published in The Complete Poems of John Milton
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