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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=412813" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Psalm 104</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The glory of God in creation and providence.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My soul, thy great Creator praise:<br>When clothed in his celestial rays,<br>He in full majesty appears,<br>And, like a robe, his glory wears.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The heav'ns are for his curtains spread,<br>The unfathomed deep he makes his bed.<br>Clouds are his chariot when he flies<br>On winged storms across the skies.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Angels, whom his own breath inspires,<br>His ministers, are flaming fires;<br>And swift as thought their armies move<br>To bear his vengeance or his love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The world's foundations by his hand<br>Are poised, and shall for ever stand;<br>He binds the ocean in his chain,<br>Lest it should drown the earth again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When earth was covered with the flood,<br>Which high above the mountains stood,<br>He thundered, and the ocean fled,<br>Confined to its appointed bed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The swelling billows know their bound,<br>And in their channels walk their round;<br>Yet thence conveyed by secret veins,<br>They spring on hills and drench the plains.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He bids the crystal fountains flow,<br>And cheer the valleys as they go;<br>Tame heifers there their thirst allay,<br>And for the stream wild asses bray.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">From pleasant trees which shade the brink,<br>The lark and linnet light to drink<br>Their songs the lark and linnet raise,<br>And chide our silence in his praise.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">PAUSE I.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">God from his cloudy cistern pours<br>On the parched earth enriching showers;<br>The grove, the garden, and the field,<br>A thousand joyful blessings yield.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He makes the grassy food arise,<br>And gives the cattle large supplies<br>With herbs for man of various power,<br>To nourish nature or to dire.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What noble fruit the vines produce!<br>The olive yields a shining juice;<br>Our hearts are cheered with gen'rous wine,<br>With inward joy our faces shine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O bless his name, ye Britons, fed<br>With nature's chief supporter, bread;<br>While bread your vital strength imparts,<br>Serve him with vigor in your hearts.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">PAUSE II.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Behold, the stately cedar stands,<br>Raised in the forest by his hands;<br>Birds to the boughs for shelter fly,<br>And build their nests secure on high.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To craggy hills ascends the goat,<br>And at the airy mountain's foot<br>The feebler creatures make their cell;<br>He gives them wisdom where to dwell.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He sets the sun his circling race,<br>Appoints the moon to change her face;<br>And when thick darkness veils the day,<br>Calls out wild beasts to hunt their prey.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fierce lions lead their young abroad,<br>And, roaring, ask their meat from God;<br>But when the morning beams arise,<br>The savage beast to covert flies.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then man to daily labor goes;<br>The night was made for his repose;<br>Sleep is thy gift, that sweet relief<br>From tiresome toil and wasting grief.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How strange thy works! how great thy skill!<br>And every land thy riches fill:<br>Thy wisdom round the world we see;<br>This spacious earth is full of thee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nor less thy glories in the deep,<br>Where fish in millions swim and creep<br>With wondrous motions, swift or slow,<br>Still wand'ring in the paths below.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There ships divide their wat'ry way,<br>And flocks of scaly monsters play;<br>There dwells the huge leviathan,<br>And foams and sports in spite of man.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">PAUSE III.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Vast are thy works, Almighty Lord;<br>All nature rests upon thy word,<br>And the whole race of creatures stands<br>Waiting their portion from thy hands.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">While each receives his diff'rent food,<br>Their cheerful looks pronounce it good:<br>Eagles and bears, and whales and worms,<br>Rejoice and praise in diff'rent forms.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But when thy face is hid, they mourn,<br>And, dying, to their dust return;<br>Both man and beast their souls resign;<br>Life, breath, and spirit, all is thine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet thou canst breathe on dust again,<br>And fill the world with beasts and men;<br>A word of thy creating breath<br>Repairs the wastes of time and death.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His works, the wonders of his might,<br>Are honored with his own delight;<br>How aweful are his glorious ways!<br>The Lord is dreadful in his praise.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The earth stands trembling at thy stroke,<br>And at thy touch the mountains smoke;<br>Yet humble souls may see thy face,<br>And tell their wants to sovereign grace.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In thee my hopes and wishes meet,<br>And make my meditations sweet;<br>Thy praises shall my breath employ,<br>Till it expire in endless joy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">While haughty sinners die accursed,<br>Their glory buried with their dust,<br>I to my God, my heav'nly King,<br>Immortal hallelujahs sing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Isaac+Watts">Isaac Watts</a><div class=q>
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My soul, thy great Creator praise:
When clothed in his celestial rays,
He in full majesty appears,
And, like a robe, his glory wears.

The heav'ns are for his curtains spread,
The unfathomed deep he ma..."></div>
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