How Are Thy Servants Blest O Lord!
How are Thy servants blest,
O Lord!
How sure is their defense!
Eternal wisdom is their guide,
Their help Omnipotence.
In foreign realms, and lands remote,
Supported by Thy care,
Through burning climes they pass unhurt,
And breathe in tainted air.
When by the dreadful tempest
High on the broken wave,
They know Thou art not slow to her,
Nor impotent to save.
The storm is laid, the winds retire,
Obedient to Thy will,
The sea, that roars at Thy command,
At Thy command is still.
From all our griefs and fears,
O Lord,
Thy mercy sets us free;
While in the confidence of
Our hearts take hold on Thee.
In midst of dangers, fears and death,
Thy goodness we adore;
We praise Thee for Thy mercies past,
And humbly hope for
Our life, while Thou preservest life,
A sacrifice shall be;
And death, when death shall be our lot,
Shall join our souls to Thee.
Joseph Addison
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To Mr Dryden
How long, great poet, shall thy sacred Provoke our wonder, and transcend our praise Can neither injuries of time, or age, Damp thy poetic heat, and quench thy rage
When Rising from The Bed of Death
When rising from the bed of death, O’erwhelmed with guilt and fear, I see my Maker face to face, O how shall I appear
When all Thy Mercies O My God
When all Thy mercies, O my God, My rising soul surveys, Transported with the view,
The Spacious Firmament
The Spacious Firmament on high, With all the blue Ethereal Sky, And spangled Heav'ns, a Shining Frame, Their great Original proclaim:
