The God of Our Salvation Hears

The God of our sal­va­tion hears

The groans of Si­on mixed with tears;

Yet when He comes with kind de­signs

Through all the way His ter­ror shines.

On Him the race of man de­pends

Far as the earth’s re­mot­est ends

Where the Cre­at­or’s name is known

By na­ture’s fee­ble light alone.

Sailors

that tra­vel o’er the flood

Address their fright­ed souls to God

When tem­pests rage and bil­lows roar

At dread­ful dist­ance from the shore.

He bids the noi­sy tem­pests cease;

He calms the rag­ing crowd to peace

When a tu­mul­tu­ous na­tion raves

Wild as the winds

and loud as waves.

Whole king­doms

shak­en by the storm

He set­tles in a peace­ful form;

Mountains es­tab­lished by His hand

Firm on their old foun­da­tions stand.

Behold His en­signs sweep the sky

New co­mets blaze

and light­nings fly;

The hea­then lands with swift sur­prise

From the bright hor­rors turn their eyes.

At His com­mand the morn­ing ray

Smiles in the east

and leads the day;

He guides the sun’s de­clin­ing wheels

Over the tops of west­ern hills.

Seasons and times ob­ey His voice;

The ev­ening and the morn re­joice

To see the earth made soft with show­ers

Laden with fruit and dressed in flow­ers.

’Tis from His wa­te­ry stores on high

He gives the thirs­ty ground sup­ply;

He walks up­on the clouds

and thence

Doth His en­rich­ing drops dis­pense.

The de­sert grows a fruit­ful field

Abundant food the val­leys yield;

The val­leys shout with cheer­ful voice

And neigh­bor­ing hills re­peat their joys.

The pas­tures smile in green ar­ray;

There lambs and larg­er cat­tle play;

The larg­er cat­tle and the lamb

Each in His lang­uage speaks Thy name.

Thy works pro­nounce Thy pow­er di­vine;

O’er ev­ery field Thy glo­ries shine;

Through ev­ery month Thy gifts ap­pear;

Great God

Thy good­ness crowns the year.