P raise, prayse the Lord, All that of lowest sphere R eside on any side A ll you I say I n Countrys scatterd wide S e in your joyes Jehovas prayse appeare T hat worthily your songs display H is worth whose every way E xceding grace L ayd upon us doth overlay O ur greatest force; whose promise ever true R estraind within no space D ecayeth not, He needs it not renew. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FORSAKEN MERMAN by MATTHEW ARNOLD TO ALISON CUNNINGHAM; FROM HER BOY by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON THE BUOY-BELL by CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER THE BOUNDARIES OF APPRECIATION by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS LYSISTRATA: HOW THE WOMEN WILL STOP WAR by ARISTOPHANES |