POETRY: Praise Ye The Lord, O Celebrate His Fame by Peleg Folger

Praise Ye The Lord, O Celebrate His Fame by Peleg Folger

O Lord, how manifold are thy works! in wisdom hast thou made them all: the Earth is full of thy riches.  So is this great and wide sea, wherein are things creeping innumerable, both small and great beasts.  There go the ships: there is that leviathan, whom thou hast made to play therein. These wait all upon thee; that thou mayest give them their meat in due season.  That thou givest them they gather: thou openest thine hand, they are filled with good.  Thou hidest thy face, they are troubled: thou takest away their breath, they die, and return to their dust.  Thou sendest forth thy spirit, they are created: and thou renewest the face of the Earth.  The glory of the Lord shall endure forever: the Lord shall rejoice in his works. (Psalm 104:24-31)

Praise ye the Lord, O celebrate his fame
Praise the eternal God that dwells above;
His power will forever be the same,
The same forever his eternal love.

Ye sailors speak that plow the watery main,
Where raging seas and foaming billows roar,
Praise ye the Lord, and in a lofty strain,
Sing of his wonder-working love and power.

Thou didst, O Lord, create the mighty whale
That wondrous monster of a mighty length;
Vast is his head and body, vast his tail,
Beyond conception his unmeasured strength.

But, everlasting god, thou dost ordain,
That we poor feeble mortals should engage
(Ourselves, our wives and children to maintain)
This dreadful monster with a martial rage.

And, though he furiously doth us assail,
Thou dost preserve us from all dangers free;
He cuts our boat in pieces with his tail,
And spills us all at once into the sea.

I twice into the dark abyss was cast,
Straining and struggling to retain my breath,
Thy waves and billows over me were past,
Thou didst, O Lord, delivery me from death.

Thou savedst me from the dangers of the sea,
That I might bless thy name for ever more.
Thy love and power the same will ever be
Thy mercy is an inexhausted store.

And when I shall this Earthly ball forsake,
And leave behind me frail mortality,
Then may my soul her nimble journey take
Into the regions of eternity.

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