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Nature and time, and earth and skies,
Thy heav’nly skill proclaim :
But learn to read thy name?
Is our divinest skill;
The perfections of God.
Their harmony of tongues.
He gives his children food ;
He makes his promise good.
To seal his cov’nant sure :
His ways are just and pure.
Must with his fear begin:
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And follows his commands;
Or gives with lib’ral hands.
So God shall answer his request
With blessings on his seed, 3 No evil tidings shall surprise
His well establish'd mind :
And leaves his fears behind. 4 In times of general distress
Some beams of light shall shine, To show the world his righteousness, And give him peace
divine. 5 His works of piety and love
Remain before the Lord :
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In ev'ry age his praises sing :
The nations shall his praise repeat. 2 Above the earth, beyond the sky,
Stands his high throne of majesty :
Nor bound his universal reign.
Or angels with their God compare ?
Who dwells in uncreated light !
What saints above, and angels do;
The mean affairs of men below.
His grace exalts the humble poor ;
Gives them the honour of his sons,
And fits them for their heav'nly thrones. 6 A word of his creating voice
Can make the barren house rejoice;
The promis'd seed is born at last.
And tells the wonders God has done :
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Miracles attending Israel's journey. 1 HEN Israel freed from Pharaoh's hanch
The tribes with cheerful homage own
Their King, and Judah was his throne. 2 Across the deep their journey lay;
The deep divides to make them way ;
With backward current to his head.
Like lambs, the little hillocks leap;
Conscious of sov'reign pow'r at hand.
Or Jordan, backward roll his tide ?
Retire and know th' approaching God;
Tremble thou earth, adore and fear.
The rocks to standing pools he turns ;
Flints spring with fountains at his word,
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Not to ourselves is glory due; 'Tis thine, great God, the only just,
The only gracious, wise, and true.. 2 Shine forth in all thy dreadful name;
Why should a heathen's haughty tongue Insult us; and, to raise our shame, slong ??
Say, “Where's the God you've serv'd so & The God, we serve, maintains his throne
Above the clouds, beyond the skies :
He knows our groans, he hears our'cries. 4 But the vain idols, they adore,
Are senseless shapes of stone and wood ;-
A silver saint, or golden god.
Deaf are their ears, their eyes are blind;
And vows are scattered in the wind. 6 Their feet were never made to move,
Nor hands to save when mortals pray:
Seem to be blind and deaf, as they. 7 O Israel! make the Lord thy hope,
Thy help, thy refuge and thy reşt;
And bless the people and the priest.
They dwell in silence and the grave;
But we shall live to sing thy grace,
Recovery from sickness. 1
LOVE the Lord; he heard my cries,
And pitied ev'ry groan:
I'll hasten to his throne.
And chas'd my griefs away : 0! let my heart no more despair,
While I have breath to pray.
And I drew near the dead;
Perplex'd my wakeful head. 4'" My God," I cried, “ thy servant save,
“Thou ever good and just; “Thy pow'r can reseue from the grave,
Thy pow'r is all my trust.” 5 The Lord beheld me sore distrest,
He bade my pains remove : Return, my soul, to God, thy rest,
For thou hast known his love. 6 My God hath sav'd my soul from death,
And dried my falling tears :
Public thanks for private deliverance.
For all his kindness shown? My feet shall visit thine abode,
My songs address thy throne,
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