Oh, let us his praises tell, Who doth the wrathful tyrants quell; For his, &c. Who, with his miracles, doth make Who, by his wisdom, did create Who did the solid earth ordain To rise above the watery plain; For his, &c. Who, by his all-commanding might, For his, &c. And caused the golden-tressed sun The horned moon to shine by night, He, with his thunder-clasping hand, And, in despite of Pharaoh fell, He brought from thence his Israel; For his, &c. The ruddy waves he cleft in twain 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 bloody battle he brought down He foil'd bold Seon and his host, And large-limb'd Og he did subdue, 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 mercies aye endure, Ever faithful, ever sure. |