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God the Creator. 15
When a tumultuous nation raves Wild as the winds, and loud as waves.
Whole kingdoms, shaken by the storm, He settles in a peaceful form ; Mountains, establish'd by His hand, Firm on their old foundations stand.
Behold His ensigns sweep the sky; New comets blaze, and lightnings fly ! The heathen lands, with swift surprise, From the bright horrors turn their eyes.
At His command the morning ray Smiles in the east, and leads the day ; He guides the sun's declining wheels Over the tops of western hills.
Seasons and times obey His voice ; The evening and the morn rejoice To see the earth made soft with showers, Laden with fruit, and drest in flowers,
'Tis from His watery stores on high He gives the thirsty ground supply ; He walks upon the clouds, and thence Doth His enriching drops dispense.
The desert grows a fruitful field, Abundant food the valleys yield ; The valleys shout with cheerful voice, And neighbouring hills repeat their joys.
Thy works pronounce Thy power divine ; O'er every field Thy glories shine ; Through every month thy gifts appear ; Great God ! Thy goodness crowns the year !
Isaac Watts. I7IQ.