6 His very word of grace is strong As that which built the skies, The voice that rolls the stars along Speaks all the promises. 7 He said, "Let the wide heaven be spread," And heaven was stretch'd abroad; "Abrah'm, I'll be thy God," he said, And he was Abrah'm's God. 8 O, might I hear thine heavenly tongue But whisper, "Thou art mine;" Those gentle words should raise my song To notes almost divine. 9 How would my leaping heart rejoice And think my heaven secure! I trust the all-creating voice, And faith desires no more.] Hymn 2:70. God's dominion over the sea, Psalm 107. 23 &c. 1 God of the seas, thy thundering voice Makes all the roaring waves rejoice, And one soft word of thy command Can sink them silent in the sand. 2 If but a Moses wave thy rod, The sea divides, and owns its God: The stormy floods their Maker knew, And let his chosen armies thro'. 3 The scaly flocks amidst the sea, To thee, their Lord, a tribute pay; The meanest fish that swims the flood Leaps up, and means a praise to God. 4 [The larger monsters of the deep, On thy commands attendance keep, By thy permission sport and play, And cleave along their foaming way. 5 If God his voice of tempest rears, Leviathan lies still and fears, Anon he lifts his nostrils high, And spouts the ocean to the sky.] 6 How is thy glorious power ador'd, Amidst those watery nations, Lord! Yet the bold men that trace the seas, Bold men, refuse their Maker's praise. 7 [What scenes of miracle they see, And never tune a song to thee! While on the flood they safely ride, They curse the hand that smooths the tide. 8 Anon they plunge in watery graves, And some drink death among the waves: Yet the surviving crew blaspheme, Nor own the God that rescu'd them.] 9 O for some signal of thine hand! Shake all the seas, Lord, shake the land, Great Judge, descend, lest men deny That there's a God that rules the sky. From the 70th to the 109th Hymn, I hope the reader will forgive the neglect of the rhyme in the first and third lines of the stanza. Hymn 2:71. Praise to God from all creatures. 1 The glories of my Maker God, My joyful voice shall sing, And call the nations to adore Their Former and their King. 2 'Twas his right-hand that shap'd our clay, And wrought this human frame, But from his own immediate breath Our nobler spirits came. 3 We bring our mortal powers to God, And worship with our tongues: We claim some kindred with the skies And join th' angelic songs. 4 Let groveling beasts of every shape, And fowls of every wing, And rocks, and trees, and fires, and seas, Their various tribute bring. 5 Ye planets, to his honour shine, And wheels of nature roll, Praise him in your unwearied course Around the steady pole. 6 The brightness of our Maker's Name The wide creation fills, And his unbounded grandeur flies Beyond the heavenly hills. Hymn 2:72. The Lord's Day; or, The resurrection of Christ.