1 Blest is the nation, where the Lord
Hath fix'd his gracious throne?
Where he reveals his heavenly word,
And calls their tribes his own.
2 His eye, with infinite survey,
Does the whole world behold;
He form'd us all of equal clay,
And knows our feeble mould.
3 Kings are not rescued by the force
Of armies from the grave;
Nor speed nor courage of an horse
Can his bold rider save.
4 Vain is the strength of beasts or men,
Nor springs our safety thence;
But holy souls from God obtain
A strong and sure defence.
5 God is their fear, and God their trust:
When plagues or famine spread,
His watchful eye secures the just,
Among ten thousand dead.
6 Lord, let our hearts in thee rejoice,
And bless us from thy throne;
For we have made thy word our choice,
And trust thy grace alone.
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First Line: | Blest is the nation, where the Lord |
Title: | Creatures vain, and God All sufficient |
Meter: | Com. Metre |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1787 |
Scripture: | |
Topic: | Creation and Providence; Creatures: no trust in them; Creatures: vain, and God all-sufficient(7 more...) |
Notes: | Second Part |