Classic Poem

1.

Beyond the sacred mountain's height,
Which tow'rs with awful pride;
From whence the rays of morning light,
Down to our regions glide.

2.

F ROM the Creator's boundless store,
My wants, are all supply'd;
He spake — and heav'n obey'd his pow'r,
And spread its circuit wide.

3.

T HE earth, with various blessings stor'd,
Obedient to his call,
Arose — and by his pow'rful word,
Whirls round its circling ball.

4.

I SRAEL ! thy keeper slumbers not,
Nor can refreshment need;
His eyes, survey the happy spot,
On which his servants feed.

5.

H EAV'N'S glorious majesty! still deigns
His servants, to defend;
My watchful guardian he remains,
A sure protecting friend.

6.

S URROUNDED by the king of kings!
And guarded by his pow'r,
Perpetual peace and safety springs,
And ev'ry blissful hour.

7.

B ENEATH his sweet refreshing shade,
My weary soul shall rest,
Nor of the scorching sun afraid,
Nor by the moon distrest.

8.

N O evil, can destructive prove
While shelter'd by the Lord;
My soul, the object of his love,
His love, shall still record.

9.

M Y steps well order'd by his care,
From ev'ry ill, secure;
With safety pass each gilded snare,
That wou'd to vice allure.

10.

A ND when from this bewilder'd state,
To happier realms I fly,
Thy glorious name I'll celebrate
To all eternity.