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Hymn to God's Power Hail! Power Divine, who by thy sole command, From the dark empty space, Made the broad sea and solid land Smile with a heavenly grace. Made the high mountain and firm rock, Where bleating cattle stray; And the strong, stately, spreading oak, That intercepts the day. The rolling planets thou madest move, By thy effective will; And the revolving globes above Their destined cours fulfil. His mighty power, ye thunders, praise, As through the heavens ye roll; And his great name, ye lightnings, blaze, Unto the distant pole. Ye seas, in your eternal roar, His sacred praise proclaim; While the inactive sluggish shore Re-echoes to the same. Ye howling winds, howl out his praise, And make the forests bow; While through the air, the earth, and seas, His solemn praise ye blow. O yon high harmonious spheres, Your powerful mover sing; To him your circling course that steers, Your tuneful praises bring. Ungrateful mortals, catch the sound, And in your numerous lays, To all the listening world around, The God of nature praise. James Thomson's other poems:
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