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The trees of God, without the care
or art of man, with sap are fed;
The mountain cedar looks as fair
as those in royal gardens bred.
Safe in the lofty cedar's arms
the wand'rers of the air may rest;
The hospitable pine from harms
protects the stork, her pious guest.
Wild goats the craggy rock ascend,
its tow'ring heights their fortress make,
Whose cells in labyrinths extend,
where feebler creatures refuge take.
The moon's inconstant aspect shows
th' appointed seasons of the year;
Th' instructed sun his duty knows,
his hours to rise and disappear.
Darkness he makes the earth to shroud,
when forest beasts securely stray;
Young lions roar their wants aloud
to Providence, that sends them prey.
They range all night, on slaughter bent,
till, summoned by the rising morn,
To skulk in dens, with one consent,
the conscious ravagers return.
Forth to the tillage of his soil
the husbandman securely goes,
Commencing with the sun his toil,
with him returns to his repose.
How various, Lord, thy works are found,
for which thy wisdom we adore;
The earth is with thy treasure crowned,
till nature's hand can grasp no more.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Dates:
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1696,1821
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 104:16-24;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Year
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Song #
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| 1821 | # 104 |
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