1 To thee, most high and holy God,
To thee our thankful hearts we raise;
Thy works declare thy name abroad,
Thy wondrous works demand our praise.
2 To slavery doom'd, thy chosen sons
Beheld their foes triumphant rise;
And sore opprest by earthly thrones,
They sought the sovereign of the skies.
3 'Twas then, great God, with equal power,
Arose thy vengeance and thy grace,
To scourge their legions from the shore,
And save the remnant of thy race.
4 Thy hand that form'd the restless main,
And rear'd the mountain's awful head,
Bade raging seas their course restrain,
And desert wilds receive their dead.
5 Such wonders never come by chance,
Nor van the winds such blessings blow;
'Tis God the Judge doth one advance,
'Tis God that lays another low.
6 Let haughty tyrants sink their pride,
Nor lift so high their scornful head;
But lay their impious thoughts aside,
And own the empire God hath made.
|First Line:||To thee, most high and holy God|
|Title:||Praise to God for the return of Peace|
|Topic:||Authority from God; God: supreme governor; Governance: from God(2 more...)|