John Milton Poem

Psalm CXXXVI. (136)

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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 
Amaz褠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-tress褠Sun 
All the day long his course to run; 
      For his, &c.
 
The horn褠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 Erythræ¡® 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.

On The Death Of A Fair Infant, Dying Of A Cough
Psalm CXIV. (114) : A Paraphrase

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