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1.

To God belongs th' eternal Sway;
Let Earth with joy his Will obey
Exult, ye Isles that crown the Main,
Blest in his mild auspicious Reign.

2.

The station'd Clouds around him meet,
And Darkness rolls beneath his feet;
While Equity and Truth combine
To rear aloft his awful shrine.

3.

Before him walks the wasting Fire;
Wrapt in the blast his foes expire;
While Earth, convuls'd, in dire dismay,
Beholds the forky lightnings play, —

4.

1.

Sing to the Lord some new-taught Song;
Earth, to his praise the note prolong:
With rapt'rous zeal, with holy flame
Inspir'd, his benefits proclaim.

2.

Bless, bless his Name; from day to day
Let His Salvation prompt the lay,
Till Realms remote his Acts have known,
And Man's whole Race his Wonders own.

3.

Great is the Lord, and great his Praise:
What God like Him our fear can raise?
Not such as Heathen Lands afford,
Created first, and then ador'd:

4.

1.

O Come, and to th' eternal King
New songs of triumph let us sing;
With holy transport Him alone
The strength of our Salvation own; —

2.

Admitted to his presence pay
The tribute of the grateful lay,
And, while his Acts our mirth inspire,
Wake to his praise the vocal lyre.

3.

Extended wide beyond all bound,
Beyond all height, his pow'r is found,
Nor Lord, with Him, nor Gods beside
The honours of his Throne divide.

4.

1.

Thou God, with vengeance arm'd, appear;
Thou God, with vengeance arm'd, whose fear
The Earth (for Thee her Judge she knows,)
Submissive owns, thy pow'r disclose.

2.

O instant from thy seat arise,
Each bold transgressor to chastise;
Let Justice to the Sons of pride
Thy stroke with aim unerring guide.

3.

How long shall impious Crouds, how long,
With haughtiest insult arm their tongue?
How long in bitt'rest gall each word
Infuse, and boast their conqu'ring sword?

4.

1.

The Lord th' eternal scepter rears,
And Nature's pow'r observant hears
Whate'er his Will enjoins:
His head with purest splendors crown'd,
With Majesty he vests him round,
And girds with strength his loins.

2.

Encircled by th' ethereal space,
And fix'd by Him on firmest base,
The Earth's vast Orb appears:
From earliest age, great God, thy Throne
Alost in Heav'n prepar'd has shone;
Nor numbers Time thy years.

3.

1.

How blest the task, with fervent heart
To summon from the tuneful Art
Its succours, and thy Name record,
O Thou whom Nature owns her Lord!

2.

Thy boundless Mercies, heav'nly King,
At morning's earliest hour to sing,
And, rapt in praise, thy Truth to tell,
When night's dark shades around us dwell.

3.

While with the ten-string'd instrument
The psaltry's measur'd strains consent,
And o'er the harp each liquid note
With solemn sound is taught to float.

4.

1.

Who makes Omnipotence his Aid,
Who rests beneath Jebovah 's shade,
And joyful cries, " My God in Thee
" My Fortress and my Hope I see, " —

2.

How blest that Man! — Thy Maker's care
Shall snatch thee from the hunter's snare:
When sick'ning Nature's pow'rs shall fail,
No fatal stroke shall Thee assail:

3.

His wings around thee shall be spread,
His pinions guard thy favour'd head:
His Truth, thy all-protecting shield,
From hostile rage a shelter yield.

4.

1.

Thee, Lord, their dwelling, Thee alone
From earliest age thy People own:
Thee, Lord, with fullest confidence
They boast their Refuge and Defence.

2.

Ere yet the Mountains rose to birth,
Ere yet their form the Heav'ns and Earth
Assum'd, Thou cloth'd in light divine
Hast shone; and shalt for ever shine.

3.

Thou to the Sons of human kind
In short extension hast assign'd
Their term, and bid them, at its end,
Low to their native dust descend.

4.

1.

My grateful tongue, immortal King,
Thy Mercy shall for ever sing,
My verse to time's remotest day
Thy Truth in sacred notes display.

2.

That Mercy (thus thy Voice mine ear
Bespeaks,) on firmest base I rear;
That Truth in Heav'n my lips command
From age to age confirm'd to stand.

3.

My Love to Jesse 's Son reveal'd
Th' irrevocable Oath has seal'd;
Th' irrevocable Oath is sworn;
Nought shall my steady purpose turn.

4.

Blest Object of my choice! Thy Line,

1.

God of my health! To Thee by day,
To Thee by night, aloud I pray:
O bend thine ear, and let my cries
Accepted to thy throne arise.

2.

Satiate of griefs, with downward feet
I seek the hollow grave's retreat,
And, strengthless, mingle with the train
That fill its melancholy reign.

3.

A Guest familiar of the Dead,
Lo, in the dust I make my bed,
As One, on whom thy stroke its aim
Directs, and blots from Earth his name.

4.

As, lost to ev'ry human eye,