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And strike the pow'rs and princes dead,
The council of peace.
While counsels of eternal peace
Proceed with honour and success. 2 Thro' the whole earth his reign shall spread,
And crush the pow'rs that dare rebel :
And send the guilty world to hell.
He drinks the cup of tears and blood;
The wisdom of God in his works.
To my almighty God:
To spread his name abroad. 2 How great the works, his hand hath wrought?
How glorious in our sight!
His wonders with delight.
How wise th' Eternal mind!
That his first thoughts design’d. 4 When he redeem'd his chosen sons,
He fix'd his coy'nant sure : "The orders, that his lips pronounce
To endless years endure,
Nature and time, and earth and skies,
Thy heav'nly skill proclaim : I
What shall we do to make us wise,
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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The sovereignty and goodness of God.
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 WHEN Israel freed from Pharaoh's hanchy
Left the proud tyrant and his land; 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;
The only gracious, wise, and true..
Why should a heathen's haughty tongue
Say, “Where's the God you've serv'd so 3 The God, we serve, maintains his throne
Above the clouds, beyond the skies :
He knows our groans, he hears our'cries.
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.
Nor hands to save when mortals pray:
Seem to be blind and deaf, as they.
Thy help, thy refuge and thy reșt;
And bless the people and the priest.
They dwell in silence and the grave ;