153. 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 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.

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: 1791
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Notes: Public Domain.
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