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P.XXXIII.I | Church Hymn Book#P.XXXIII.II | P.XXXIV.I |
7 Blest is the nation, where the Lord
Hath fix'd his gracious throne;
Where he reveals his heav’nly word
And calls their tribes his own.
8 His eye, with infinite survey
Does the whole behold;
He form'd us all of equal clay
And knows our feeble mould.
9 Kings are not rescu'd by the force
Of armies from the grave;
Nor speed nor courage of a horse
Can his bold rider save.
10 Vain is the strength of beasts or men,
Nor springs our safety thence;
But holy souls from God obtain
A sure and strong defence.
11 God is their fear, and God their trust;
When plagues or famine spread,
His watchful eye secures the just,
Among ten thousand dead.
12 Lord, let our hearts in thee rejoice,
And bless us from thy throne;
For we have made thy word our choice;
And trust thy grace alone.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | Blest is the nation, where the Lord |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1816 |
Scripture: | |
Topic: | Creatures vain; and God All-sufficient |