O the Amazing Change!

O the amazing change!

A world cre­at­ed new!

My thoughts with trans­port range

The love­ly scene to view.

Thee

Lord di­vine

in all I trace;

The work is Thine—Thine be the praise.

Where point­ed bram­bles grew

Entwined with hor­rid thorn

Gay flow­ers

for­ev­er new

The paint­ed fields ad­orn;

The li­ly there

and blush­ing rose

In un­ion fair their sweets dis­close.

Where bleak a mount­ain stood

All bare and dis­ar­rayed

See wide a branch­ing wood

Diffuse its grate­ful shade;

Tall oaks

and pines

and ce­dars nod

And elms

and vines

con­fess their God.

The ty­rants of the plain

Their sav­age chase give o’er;

No more they rend the slain

They thirst for blood no more:

But in­fant hands fierce ti­gers lead

And li­ons with the ox­en feed.

O

when

al­migh­ty Lord

Shall these glad scenes arise

To ver­ify Thy word

And bless our won­der­ing eyes?

That earth

with all her tongues

may raise

United songs of ar­dent praise.