1 We bless the Lord, the Just, the Good,
Who fills our Hearts with Joy and Food:
Who pours his Blessings from the Skies,
And loads our Days with rich Supplies.
2 He sends the sun his Circuit round,
To chear the Fruits, to warm the Ground;
He bids the Clouds with plent'ous Rain
Refresh the thirsty Earth again.
3 'Tis to his Care we owe our Breath,
And all our near Escapes from Death;
Safety and Health to GOD belong;
He heals the Weak, and guards the Strong.
4 He makes the Saint and Sinner prove
The common Blessings of his Love;
But the wide Diff'rence that remains,
Is endless Joy, or endless Pains.
5 The Lord that bruis'd the Serpent's Head,
On all the Serpent's Seed shall tread;
The stubborn Sinner's Hope confound,
And smite him with a lasting Wound.
6 But his Right-Hand his Saints shall raise
From the deep Earth, or deeper Seas,
And bring them to his Courts above;
There shall they taste his special Love.
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First Line: | We bless the Lord, the Just, the Good |
Title: | Praise for Temporal Blessings; or, Common and special Mercies |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1740 |
Scripture: | ; |
Topic: | Vengence: and Compassion; Ascension of Christ; God: great and good(5 more...) |