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Psalm 134 [Ye That Obey Th’ Immortal King]
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Daily and nightly devotion.

Ye that obey th’ immortal King,
Attend his holy place,
Bow to the glories of his power,
And bless his wondrous grace;

Lift up your hands by morning-light,
And send your souls on high;
Raise your admiring thoughts by night
Above the starry sky.

The God of Zion cheers our hearts
With rays of quickening grace;
The God that spread the heavens abroad,
And rules the swelling seas.