O the amazing change

1 O the amazing change!
A world cre­at­ed new!
My thoughts with trans­port range,
The love­ly scene to view.
Thee, Lord di­vine, in all I trace;
The work is Thine—Thine be the praise.

2 Where point­ed bram­bles grew,
Entwined with hor­rid thorn,
Gay flow­ers, for­ev­er new,
The paint­ed fields ad­orn;
The li­ly there, and blush­ing rose,
In un­ion fair their sweets dis­close.

3 Where bleak a mount­ain stood,
All bare and dis­ar­rayed,
See wide a branch­ing wood
Diffuse its grate­ful shade;
Tall oaks, and pines, and ce­dars nod,
And elms, and vines, con­fess their God.

4 The ty­rants of the plain
Their sav­age chase give o’er;
No more they rend the slain,
They thirst for blood no more:
But in­fant hands fierce ti­gers lead,
And li­ons with the ox­en feed.

5 O, when, al­migh­ty Lord,
Shall these glad scenes arise,
To ver­ify Thy word,
And bless our won­der­ing eyes?
That earth, with all her tongues, may raise
United songs of ar­dent praise.

Source: The Cyber Hymnal #16893

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