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I: I will praise thee every day, / Now thine anger's turn'd away!
Comfortable thoughts arise / From the bleeding sacrifice.
II: Here, in the fair gospel field, / Wells of free salvation yield / Streams of life, a plenteous store, / And my soul shall thirst no more.
III: Jesus is become at length / My salvation and my strength; / And his praises shall prolong, / While I live, my pleasant song.
IV: Praise ye then his glorious name, / Publish his exalted fame!
Still his worth your praise exceeds, / Excellent are all his deeds.
V: Raise again the joyful sound, / Let the nations roll it round!
Zion, shout, for this is he, / God the Saviour dwells in thee.