A t home abroad most willingly I will B estow on God my prayses utmost skill C hanting his Works, works of unmatched might D eem'd so by them who in their search delight E ndless the Honour to his power pertains F rom end as farr his Justice eke remains G ratious and good and working wonders so H is wonders never can forgotten go I n hungry wast he fedd his faithfull crew K eeping his League, and still in promise true L astly his strength he caused them understand M aking them Lords of all the heathen land N ow what could more each promise, doome, decree O f him confirm sure just unmov'd to be P reserv'd his folk his league Eternall fram'd Q uake then with feare, when Holy he is named R everence of him is perfect Wisdoms well S tand in his Law, so understand you well T he prayse of him (though wicked hearts repine) U nbounded bides, no time can it define. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LONDON VOLUNTARIES: 3. SCHERZANDO by WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY MORITURI SALUTAMUS [WE WHO ARE TO DIE SALUTE YOU] by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW ON MILTON'S PARADISE LOST by ANDREW MARVELL VENICE by JOHN ADDINGTON SYMONDS LAUS DEO! by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER THE OLD CUMBERLAND BEGGAR by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THESMOPHORIAZUSAE: EURIPIDES by ARISTOPHANES THE BROTHERS OF BIRCHINGTON; A LAY OF ST. THOMAS A BECKET by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM |