1 Ye holy souls in God rejoice,
Your Maker's praise becomes your voice,
Great is your theme, your songs be new;
Sing of his name, his word, his ways,
His works of nature and of grace,
How wise and holy, just and true!
2 Behold, to earth's remotest ends,
His goodness shows, his truth extends;
His pow'r the heav'nly arches spread;
His word, with energy divine,
Bad starry hosts around them shine,
And light the circling heav'ns pervade.
3 His hand collects the flowing seas;
Those wat'ry treasures know their place,
And fill the storehouse of the deep:
He spake, and gave all nature birth;
And fires and seas, and heav'n and earth
His everlasting orders keep.
4 Let mortals tremble and adore
A God of such resistless pow'r,
Nor dare indulge their feeble rage:
Vain are your thoughts, and weak your hands,
But his eternal counsel stands,
And rules the world from age to age.
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First Line: | Ye holy souls, in God rejoice |
Title: | Works of Creation and Providence |
Meter: | As the 113th Psalm |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1793 |
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Notes: | Now Public Domain. First Part |