Classic Poem

God's pow'r with wisdom join'd, we must
With equal fear adore:
Proud towns he levels with the dust,
To be rebuilt no more.

When slaves in prison he restrains,
Shut up in death or hell,
Who then can loose their pond'rous chains,
Or pow'r divine repel?

He binds the watery cloud, and stops
The bottles of the skies;
And to the earth's sore withered crops
His heav'nly dew denies.

Again, the rains, at his command,
Make all the rivers swell,
O'erflow their borders, drench the land,
And fears of drought dispel.

Wisdom and strength are his, he rules
O'er strong and crafty foes;
Deceiving and deceived fools
Are both at his dispose.