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Though the earth sit silent, yet thy praise

Though the earth sit silent, yet thy praise

Author: John Barnard
Published in 1 hymnal

Full Text

1. Though the earth sit silent, yet thy praise,
O God, in Sion's heard;
There they perform, with cheerful lays,
The vows they have preferred.
2. O thou, who dost thy listening ear
To our request incline.
All nations shall, to thee repair,
And in thy praises join.

3. Prevailing sins, an heavy load,
Might flowing mercy stay;
But thou our crimes, O gracious God,
Shalt wholly purge away.
4. Blessed man! thy choice; who near to thee,
May in thy courts reside;
With goodness of thy temple, we
Shall then be satisfoed.

5. Thy justice, Lord, in dreadful styles
Answers in our defense;
Of distant lands, and farthest isles,
Thou art the confidence.
6. The mountains, by thy mighty power,
Fixed on their bases stand.
7. The seas, and people, cease to roar.
When stilled by thy command.

Second Part

8. Nations, in the remotest land,
Revere thy tokens voice;
The opening morn, at thy command,
And closing eve, rejoice.
9. The thirsty earth, with fattening rain,
From God's full springs above,
Thou visitest; preparest grain,
And mak'st it fruitful prove.

10. Thou, on the ridges, rain dost pour.
And on the furrows bring;
It's softened with thy gentle shower,
Thy blessing makes it spring.
11. The various months throughout the year,
Thou dost with goodness crown;
Thy paths, which in the clouds appear.
Drop plenteous fatness down.

12. They drop on desert's untilled ground,
And clothe them in their pride;
The little hills are girt around.
With joy on every side.
13. The pastures bleating flocks adorn,
With lowing herds they ring;
The vales are covered o'er with corn,
They shout for joy, and sing.

A New Version of the Psalms of David, 1752

Author: John Barnard

John Barnard, born in Boston, Nov. 6, 1681; in 1752 made a version of psalms with the music; settled at Marblehead; introduced new music ther; died Jan 14, 1770, aged 89. A Dictionary of Musical Information by John W. Moore, Boston: Oliver, Ditson & Company, 1876  Go to person page >

Text Information

First Line: Though the earth sit silent, yet thy praise
Author: John Barnard
Place of Origin: Marblehead, Massachusetts
Language: English