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Full royally he rode, 

 And on the wings of mighty winds 

 Came flying all abroad ! &quot; 



So shall the storm-ship scud ; 



So shall it harry the earth and the sea ; 

 Secure that His life will waken and bud, 



Secure that the flower and the fruit will be. 

 The bud that blasts, the flower that may wither, 



The fruit that decays, we scarce may see ; 

 They are but efforts stopped erewhither, 



They are but motes in Eternity. 



&quot; O all ye works of the Lord, bless ye the Lord ! 



Praise him, and magnify him forever ! 

 O let the earth bless the Lord ! 



Yea, let it praise him, and magnify him forever ! 

 O all ye fowls of the air, O all ye beasts and cattle, 



bless ye the Lord ! 

 Praise him and magnify him forever ! 

 O ye children of men, bless ye the Lord 1 



Praise him and magnify him forever ! 

 O ye holy and humble men of heart, bless ye the Lord ! 



Praise him and magnify him forever ! 

 O ye spirits and souls of the righteous,&quot; ye spirits of all 



the offspring of God, &quot; bless ye the Lord ! 

 Praise him and magnify him forever ! &quot; 



Amen ! 



