P raise, prayse the Lord, All that of lowest sphere R eside on any side A ll you I say I n Countrys scatterd wide S e in your joyes Jehovas prayse appeare T hat worthily your songs display H is worth whose every way E xceding grace L ayd upon us doth overlay O ur greatest force; whose promise ever true R estraind within no space D ecayeth not, He needs it not renew. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LAUGHTER (YOUTH SPEAKS TO HIS OWN OLD AGE) by CONRAD AIKEN ON BRODSKY'S COLLECTED by MICHAEL S. HARPER RETROSPECTION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON BETRAND AND GOURGAUD TALK OVER OLD TIMES by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |