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Thy word rebuk'd the swelling deep; The waters rush'd from every steep; The thunders echoed, and they fled, And sought their peaceful destin'd bed; Jehovah's power restrain'd their force, And limited their whelming course: He bade the lucid fountains flow, Meandering thro' the vales below; They fertilize the plains and fields, And nature all her treasure yields.

Beside their banks with verdure drest, The woodland songsters form their nest; Amidst the shade of waving trees, They pour the sweetest melodies; The wild spontaneous hymn they raise, And sing their great Creator's praise.