REDEMPTION.
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��Saving from ruin, those, the sons of men, Who place their trust in his almighty arm ; Lifteth who falls, and faithful to his word, Redeems his saints from sin impending death. Thus their glad choirs Jehovah's praise entone, Nor wait they more ; but orderly array' d, With martial tread, or on soft pinions bent, Take swift, at his command, terrestrial way.
Bright as the virgin sun. when first his beams Shone forth upon the new created world, Or when restored to postdiluvian morn, Aurora oped the golden eye of day. All Nature smiled. Jocund the feather'd tribes, Pluming aerial wings, their matin carols trill'd ; Nor waited sparkling rills, whose dancing spray Dispensed pearly dew, to sing his praise; The hills their cedars, lofty mountains, pines, Symphoneous waved ; floods clapp'd their hands, And seas tremendous roar, with tiny voice Of babbling brooks, well chimed, blended their songs; Whilst flocks, and lowing herds conspired In blithsorne gambols, merry mood, glad praise, As conscious of their Maker's triumph near. So all that live, or breathe, move, swim, or walk, That tread the watery depths profound, or soar Sublime on oary wing through ether's vast, Accord, instinctive, honor to his name. Worlds in their ceaseless round, more glorious shine, Suns trim their waning lamps, relight their fires, And chime harmonious cadence to their song. Chiefest, blest Olivet his presence greets, Once water'd with his tears, a fructuous shower,
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