Come, come, let us with joyfull voice record and raise Jehova's praise: Come let us in oure safeties rock rejoice. Into his presence let us goe and there with Psalmes our gladdnes showe For he's a God, a God most greate: above all Gods, a king in kinglie seate. What lowest lies in Earthie masse, what highest stands stands in his hands The Sea is his, and he the Sea wright was. he made the Sea, he made the shore: come let us fall, let us adore, come let us kneele with awfull grace, before the Lord, the Lord oure maker's face. He is oure God, he doth us keepe wee by him ledd and by him fedd his people are, wee are his pasture sheepe To daie if he some speech will use Doe not, O doe not you refuse, with hardned harts his voice to heare: as Masha nowe, or Meriba it were. Where mee your Fathers (God doth saie) did angring move and tempting prove Yet ofte had seene my workes before that daie Twice twentie times my poast the Sunn his yearelie race to end had runn, while this fond nation bent to ill did tempt, and trie and vexe and grieve mee still. Which, when I sawe, thus said I, loe theis men are madd and too too badd. Err in theire hartes, my waies they will not knowe Thus therefore unto them I sweare I angrie can no more forbeare The rest for you I did ordaine I will so work you never shall obtaine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE AWAKENING by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE MAD WOMAN'S SONG by KAREN SWENSON ALONE (2) by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE A HYMN TO GOD THE FATHER by JOHN DONNE THE OLD CHURCHYARD OF BONCHURCH by PHILIP BOURKE MARSTON EVEN SO by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI |