1 'Tis by thy strength the mountains stand,
God of eternal pow'r!
The sea grows calm at thy command,
And tempests cease to roar.
2 Thy morning light, and ev'ning shade,
Successive comforts bring;
Thy plenteous fruits make harvest glad,
Thy flow'rs adorn the spring.
3 Seasons and times, and moons and hours,
Heav'n, earth, and air, are thine;
When clouds distil in fruitful show'rs,
The author is divine.
4 Those wand'ring cisterns in the sky,
Borne by the winds around
With wat'ry treasures well supply
The furrows of the ground.
5 The thirsty ridges drink their fill,
And ranks of corn appear;
Thy ways abound with blessings still,
Thy goodness crowns the year.
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First Line: | 'Tis by thy strength the mountains stand |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1790 |
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Notes: | Part 2 |