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God, thou art great; and since begun,


My thought, with Nature, to debate,
I've learned sweet lessons, one by one,
/ That taught me, all, that God is great p
I've watched old Ocean roar and rock,
And toss whole navies round like foam,
And towerering mountains interlock
With heaven, and heave its swelling dome,
And then Ifelt the mountain weight,
OF that great truth, lhat God is great
Oh! when in homes delightful bower,
sit me down at morn and even,
And read the trophies OF His power,


Who built the earth and spread the heaven,
Who made each bright celestial ball. .


And tolli where to shoot and fly, la
Who keeps each little isparrow's fall,


Within the circuit of his eve; als
think that he who could create, 1H.
And govern all things must be great 4 ....
And when the Spirit spread his wings,


In yon fair mansion Of The best
And.broughtt me from the Kings Of Kings,


A pardon for my stricken breast;
When, of, the weary burden rolled,


And left my breast serene as even,
And earth let 60 its giant hold,


And allmy thoughts were thoughts Of hea-
Oh then .fel, with Joy elale, e Isl
The glorious truth that God is great.
But, Ia Niagara's audiebce room. -
,5l With Gods own gorgeous drapery hung,
Where centuries mouldering in their tomb,


Have heard their solemn requiem rung;
o.! when, in that Old hall, stood, ..


\ With showers and rai1bows round me strown
And gazed upon that monarch food, n.
Upon his own ancestral throne, ~,
l could not with my doubts debate,
For lo sa,S, that God was great. .,.I 3..3
Come, Poesy, and kindly bring, ..' ~
Some favored bard, the power and Ere
Of all that sweeps the poets string,
land all that ever sweep Tyre, ..'.a
Then bid the bard sit down among


The wonders Of that magic hall,
And catch the spirit, in his song,


That thunders ia the waterfall
That harp would sound-that bard create "
No other song but God is "great."
Come, sceptic, come and cease TO dream,
4lt Clip fancy's wing and check her flight,
Bling Reason to this Delphc stream.
\. And get one honest ray OF light; s,.....
Bid each dstracting thought depart, .a,


aAnd watch the wonders OF that Hood
Then, with your hand upon your heart,


Say, if We can, ''there is no God -
Or kneeling, say to fettered falc,
Thou art my God, and thou art great.
.J ".# s, .l.'.". 1.."'.''. THETA.