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A
HYMN,
ON THE
Creation of the World.
ETERNAL Wisdom, thee we praise,
Thee the Creation sings
With thy loud name rocks, hills and sea,
and Heaven’s high palace rings.
Downwards I turn my wondering eyes,
on clouds and storms below,
Those under regions of the skies
they numerous glories shew.
There like-a trumpet loud and strong,
thy thunder shakes our coasts,
While the red light’ning waves along,
the banners of thy host.
Now to the earth I bend my song,
and cast my eyes abroad,
Glancing the British Isles along,
blest Isles confess your God.
