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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=519308" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>CIV. Psalm</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">My soul exalt the Lord with Hymns of praise:<br>O Lord my God, how boundless is thy might?<br>Whose Throne of State is cloath'd with glorious rays,<br>And round about hast rob'd thy self with light.<br>Who like a curtain hast the Heavens display'd,<br>And in the watry Roofs thy Chambers laid.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Whose chariots are the thickned clouds above,<br>Who walk'st upon the winged winds below,<br>At whose command the airy Spirits move,<br>And fiery meteors their obedience show.<br>Who on this Base the earth didst firmly found,<br>And mad'st the deep to circumvest it round.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The waves that rise would drown the highest hill,<br>But at thy cheek they flie, and when they hear<br>Thy thundring voice, they post to do thy will,<br>And bound their furies in their proper sphere:<br>Where surging floods, and valing ebbs can tell,<br>That none beyond thy marks must sink or swell.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Who hath dispos'd, but thou, the winding way<br>Where springs down from the steepy crags do beat,<br>At which doth foster'd Beasts their thirsts allay,<br>And the wild Asses come to quench their heat;<br>Where Birds resort, and in their kind, thy praise<br>Among the branches chant in warbling laies.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The mounts are watred from thy dwelling place,<br>The barns and meads are fill'd for man and beast;<br>Wine glads the heart, and oyl adorns the face,<br>And bread the staff whereon our strength doth rest;<br>Nor shrubs alone feel thy suffizing hand,<br>But even the Cedars that so proudly stand.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So have the Fowls their sundry seats to breed,<br>The ranging Stork, in stately Beeches dwells;<br>The climing Goats on hills securely feed,<br>The mining Conies shroud in rocky Cells:<br>Nor can the heavenly lights their course forget,<br>The Moon her turns, or Sun his times to set.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou mak'st the Night to over-vail the Day;<br>The savage Beasts creep from the silent wood,<br>Then Lions whelps lie roaring for their prey,<br>And at thy powerful hand demand their food:<br>Who when at morn they all recouch again,<br>Then toyling man till eve pursues his pain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O Lord, when on thy various works we look,<br>How richly furnish'd is the earth we tread!<br>Where, in the fair Contents of Nature's Book,<br>We may the wonders of thy wisdom read:<br>Nor earth alone, but lo, the sea so wide,<br>Where great & small, a world of creatures glide.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There go the Ships that furrow out their way;<br>Yea, thereof Whales enormous sights we see,<br>Which yet have scope among the rest to play,<br>And all do wait for their support on thee:<br>Who hast assign'd each thing his proper food,<br>And in due season dost dispence thy good.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They gather when thy gifts thou dost divide;<br>Their stores abound, if thou thy hand enlarge;<br>Confus'd they are, when thou thy beams dost hide;<br>In dust resolv'd, if thou their breath discharge.<br>Again, when thou of life renew'st the seeds,<br>The withered fields revest their chearful weeds.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Be ever gloried here thy Soveraign Name,<br>That thou may'st smile on all which thou hast made;<br>Whose frown alone can shake this earthly frame,<br>And at whose touch the hills in smoak shall vade.<br>For me, may (while I breathe) both harp & voice,<br>In sweet indictment of thy Hymns rejoyce.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Let Sinners fail, let all Profaness cease;<br>His Praise, (my Soul) His Praise shall be thy Peace.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by , translated by Henry Wotton - <i><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/" target=_blank></a></i><div class=q>
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O Lord my God, how boundless is thy might?
Whose Throne of State is cloath'd with glorious rays,
And round about hast rob'd thy self with light.
Who like a curtain hast the Heavens display'd,
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