1 Blest is the nation, where the Lord
Hath fix'd his gracious throne;
Where he reveals his heav'nly 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 rescu'd 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: | Common Metre |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1793 |
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Notes: | Second Part |