1 Oh happy nation, where the Lord
Reveals the treasure of his word,
And builds his church his earthly throne!
His eye the heathen world surveys,
He form'd their hearts, he knows their ways,
But God their maker is unknown.
2 Let kings rely upon their host,
And of his strength the champion boast;
In vain they boast, in vain rely;
In vain we trust the brutal force,
Or speed or courage of an horse,
To guard his rider, or to fly.
3 The arm of our almighty Lord,
Doth more secure defence afford,
When deaths or dangers threat'ning stand:
Thy watchful eye preserves the just,
Who make thy name their fear and trust,
When wars or famine waste the land.
4 In sickness or the bloody field,
Our great physician and our shield,
Shall send salvation from his throne;
We wait to see thy goodness shine;
Let us rejoice in help divine,
For all our hope is God alone.
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First Line: | Oh happy nation, where the Lord |
Title: | Creatures vain, and God all-sufficient |
Meter: | As the 113th Psalm |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1791 |
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Notes: | Second part |