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CONCLUSION.
Hail, hail, ye nations! Hail the mighty king!
Creeds, empires, races, to his glory sing!
Thou, tawny son of Afric, hear his word,
And thou, dwarf'd son of Lapland, praise the Lord!
From India's centre to the frozen pole
Arise and glorify the God of all!
Obey Him winds—waves, tempests, stay your wrath,
Thunders and earthquakes tread not in His path;
And you, ye fiery meteors that disturb
The midnight stillness of yon starry orb;
And you, dim shapes, that eclipse and deform—
The heralds of the tempest and the storm:
And you, volcanoes, that in fiery crowds
Shoot forth your lurid lightnings to the clouds,—
Praise, praise the great Omnipotent above
Who guides your terrors with the hand of love.
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