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A PARAPHRASE On the 65th Psalm.
To Thee, Jehovah, grateful Sion sings,
And with thy Praise thy holy City rings;
To Thee, from Heav'n O pitifully bow,
Mankind prefers an universal Vow!
The Snares of Sin against my Soul prevail,
A contrite Spirit let thy Mercy heal!
Blest is the spotless Man who dwells with Thee,
The Treasures of thy Temple shall he see,
Be wrapt in Bliss, and in thy own Abode,
Enjoy the fullest Glories of his God.
What Wonders shall the Lord of Sabaoth shew,
The great Salvation of the World below!
Who with his Strength the Lands in Safety keeps,
And all that see his Wonders in the Deeps,
Fast the Foundations of the Mountains joins,
And girds about with Pow'r his mighty Loins!
He speaks—the Tumults of the People cease—
He nods—the raging Ocean sinks to Peace—
Thy Tokens dart Amazement to the Soul,
And all the Nations fear from Pole to Pole!
Thee with a fiercer or a fainter Ray,
The Morn and Evening praise, the Night and Day!—
And with thy Praise thy holy City rings;
To Thee, from Heav'n O pitifully bow,
Mankind prefers an universal Vow!
The Snares of Sin against my Soul prevail,
A contrite Spirit let thy Mercy heal!
Blest is the spotless Man who dwells with Thee,
The Treasures of thy Temple shall he see,
Be wrapt in Bliss, and in thy own Abode,
Enjoy the fullest Glories of his God.
What Wonders shall the Lord of Sabaoth shew,
The great Salvation of the World below!
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And all that see his Wonders in the Deeps,
Fast the Foundations of the Mountains joins,
And girds about with Pow'r his mighty Loins!
He speaks—the Tumults of the People cease—
He nods—the raging Ocean sinks to Peace—
Thy Tokens dart Amazement to the Soul,
And all the Nations fear from Pole to Pole!
Thee with a fiercer or a fainter Ray,
The Morn and Evening praise, the Night and Day!—
God from his copious Rivers Plenty pours,
Cloaths the luxuriant Earth with balmy Flow'rs,
Bathes in soft genial Dews the tender Root,
And loads the gladsome Year with golden Fruit;
From vernal Skies abundant Bounty sends,
And luscious Fatness from his Clouds descends;
Hence fragrant Greens the pathless Wild o'erspread,
For Joy the little Hills exalt their Head,
The crowded Folds with num'rous Bleats resound,
And the full Valleys laugh and sing and shout around.
Cloaths the luxuriant Earth with balmy Flow'rs,
Bathes in soft genial Dews the tender Root,
And loads the gladsome Year with golden Fruit;
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And luscious Fatness from his Clouds descends;
Hence fragrant Greens the pathless Wild o'erspread,
For Joy the little Hills exalt their Head,
The crowded Folds with num'rous Bleats resound,
And the full Valleys laugh and sing and shout around.
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