Praise to God for the Return of Peace

Verse 1

To thee, most high and holy God, To thee our thankful hearts we raise; Thy works declare thy name abroad, Thy wond'rous works demand our praise.

Verse 2

To slav'ry doom'd, thy chosen sons Beheld their foes triumphant rise; And sore opprest by earthly thrones, They sought the Sov'reign of the skies.

Verse 3

'Twas then, great God, with equal pow'r, Arose thy vengeance and thy grace, To scourge their legions from the shore, And save the rem'nant of thy race.

Verse 4

Thy hand that form'd the restless main, And rear'd the mountain's awful head, Bade raging seas their course restrain, And desert wilds receive their dead.

Verse 5

Such wonders never come by chance, Nor van the winds such blessings blow: 'Tis God the judge doth one advance, 'Tis God that lays another low.

Verse 6

Let haughty tyrants sink their pride, Nor lift so high their scornful head; But lay their impious thoughts aside, And own the empire God hath made.