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Psalm the 29th.
Ye mighty Princes your Oblations bring,And pay due Honours to your awful King;
His boundless Pow'r to all the World proclaim,
Bend at his Shrine, and tremble at his Name.
For hark! his Voice with unresisted Sway,
Rules and controuls the Raging of the Sea;
Within due bounds the mighty Ocean keeps,
And in their watry Cavern awes the Deeps:
Shook by that Voice, the nodding Groves around
Start from their Roots, and fly the dreadful Sound.
The blasted Cedars low in Dust are laid,
And Lebanon is left without a Shade.
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And fly for shelter from the thund'ring God:
Sirion and Lebanon like Hinds advance,
And in wild Measures lead th'unwieldy Dance.
His Voice, his mighty Voice divides the Fire,
Back from the Blast the shrinking Flames retire.
Ev'n Cades trembles when Jehovah speaks,
With all his Savages the Desart shakes.
At the dread Sound the Hinds with fear are stung,
And in the lonely Forest drop their Young.
While in his hallow'd Temple All proclaim
His glorious Honours, and adore his Name.
High o'er the foaming Surges of the Sea,
He sits, and bids the list'ning Deeps obey:
He reigns o'er all; for ever lasts his Pow'r
Till Nature sinks, and Time shall be no more.
With Strength the Sons of Israel shall he bless,
And crown our Tribes, with Happiness and Peace.
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