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 the bold Rider save.
4 Vain is the Strength of Beasts or Men,
To hope for 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-suffering |
Meter: | Common Metre |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1740 |
Scripture: | |
Topic: | Sincerity; Creation and Providence; Creatures: no trust in them(6 more...) |
Notes: | Now Public Domain. |