Psalm 67Words: Isaac Watts The nation's prosperity, and the church's increase. 1 Shine, mighty God, on Britain shine, With beams of heav'nly grace; Reveal thy power through all our coasts, And show thy smiling face. 2 Amidst our isle, exalted high, Do thou our glory stand, And, like a wall of guardian fire, Surround the fav'rite land. 3 When shall thy name, from shore to shore, Sound all tile earth abroad; And distant nations know and love Their Savior and their God? 4 Sing to the Lord, ye distant lands, Sing loud with solemn voice; While British tongues exalt his praise, And British hearts rejoice. 5 He, the great Lord, the sov'reign Judge, That sits enthroned above, Wisely commands the worlds he made In justice and in love. 6 Earth shall obey her Maker's will, And yield a full increase; Our God will crown his chosen isle With fruitfulness and peace. 7 God the Redeemer scatters round His choicest favors here, While the creation's utmost bound Shall see, adore, and fear. |
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