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 oppress'd by earthly thrones,
They sought the sov'reign 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 can 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.
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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: | 1791 |
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Notes: | Public Domain. |