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1 Nature, with all her Pow'rs shall sing
God the Creator and the King:
Nor Air, nor Earth, nor Skies, nor Seas,
Deny the Tribute of their Praise.
[2 Begin to make his Glories known,
Ye Seraphs that sit near his Throne;
Tune your Harps high, and spread the Sound
To the Creation's utmost Bound.]
[3 All mortal Things of meaner Frame,
Exert your Force, and own his Name:
Whilst with our Souls, and with our Voice,
We sing his Honours and our Joys.]
[4 To him be sacred all we have,
From the young Cradle to the Grave:
Our Lips shall his loud Wonders tell,
And ev'ry Word a Miracle.]
[5 This Northern Isle, our native Land;
Lies safe in God th' Almighty's Hand;
Our Foes of Vict'ry dream in vain,
And wear the captivating Chain.
6 He builds and guards the British Throne,
And makes it gracious like his own;
Makes our successive Princes kind,
And gives our Dangers to the Wind.]
7 Raise monumental Praises high
To him that thunders through the Sky,
And with an awful Nod or Frown
Shakes an aspiring Tyrant down.
[8 Pillars of lasting Brass proclaim
The Triumphs of th' Eternal Name;
While trembling Nations read from far
The Honours of the God of War.]
9 Thus let our flaming Zeal employ
Our loftiest Thoughts and loudest Songs;
Britain, pronounce with warmest Joy
Hosanna from Ten Thousand Tongues.
10 Yet, mighty God, our feeble Frame
Attempts in vain to reach thy Name;
The strongest Notes that Angels raise,
Faint in the Worship and the Praise.
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First Line: | Nature with all her Pow'rs shall sing |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1766 |
Topic: | Britain's God praised; Mortification by the Cross of Christ; National Mercies and Thanks |