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God the Creator. 11
Where is their God ? the heathen cry, And bow to senseless wood and stone ;
Our God, we tell them, fills the sky, And calls ten thousand worlds his own.
Vain gods ! vain men ! the Lord alone Is Israel's worship, Israel's friend;
O fear His power, His goodness own, And love Him, trust Him, to the end.
Who lean on Him, from strength to strength, From light to light, shall onward move,
Till through the grave they pass at length, To sing on high His saving love.
Henry Francis Lyte. 1834.
Happy the man, whose hopes rely On Israel's God ; He made the sky,
And earth and seas with all their train ; His truth for ever stands secure, He saves the opprest, He feeds the poor ;
And none shall find his promise vain.
The Lord hath eyes to give the blind ; The Lord supports the sinking mind;
He sends the labouring conscience peace ; He helps the stranger in distress, The widow and the fatherless,
And grants the prisoner sweet release.
I'll praise Him while He lends me breath, And when my voice is lost in death