Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David ‎#LXXV

LXXV. Praise to God for the return of Peace

1 To thee, most high and holy GOD,
To thee our thankful hearts we raise;
Thy works declare thy name abroad,
Thy wondrous works demand our praise.

2 To slavery doom'd, thy chosen sons
Beheld their foes triumphant rise;
And sore opprest by earthly thrones,
They sought the sovereign of the skies.

3 'Twas then, great GOD, with equal power,
Arose thy vengeance and thy grace,
To scourge their legions from the shore,
And save the remnant of thy race.

4 Thy hand that form'd the restless main,
And rear'd the mountain's awful head,
Bade raging seas their course restrain,
And desert wilds receive their dead.

5 Such wonders never come by chance,
Nor van the winds such blessings blow;
'Tis GOD the judge doth one advance,
'Tis GOD that lays another low.

6 Let haughty tyrants sink their pride,
Nor lift so high their scornful head;
But lay their impious thoughts aside,
And own the empire GOD hath made.

Text Information

• First Line: To thee, most high and holy GOD
• Title: Praise to God for the return of Peace
• Meter: Long Metre
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1785
• Scripture:
  Psalm 75

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