415b Henry
Tis by Thy strength the mountains stand, God of eternal pow'r; The sea grows calm at Thy command, And tempests cease to roar. Thy morning light and ev'ning shade Successive comforts bring; Thy plenteous fruits make harvest glad, Thy flow'rs adorn the spring. Seasons and times, and moons and hours Heav'n, earth, and air are Thine; When clouds distil in fruitful show'rs, The author is divine. |