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Poem August 20, 1772

The Massachusetts Spy

Boston, Suffolk County, Massachusetts

What is this article about?

A devotional hymn praising the infinite power and majesty of God, inspired by Job 26:14, depicting His command over creation, nature, heavens, and nations, culminating in humble awe at His incomprehensibility.

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"But the THUNDER of his power, who can understand?" Job xxvi. 14.

'Twas God that tun'd the rolling spheres
And stretch'd the winding skies;
That form'd the plan of endless years,
And bade the ages rise.

From everlasting is his might,
Unbounded, unconfined,
He pierces through the realms of light
And rides upon the wind.

He darts along the burning skies;
Loud thunders round him roar:
All heav'n attends him as he flies;
All hell proclaims his power.

The sun shrinks back as he appears;
The moon forgets to shine:
And every blasted star declares
His Majesty divine.

He speaks; great nature's wheels stand still;
And cease their wonted round:
The mountains melt; each trembling hill
Forsakes its ancient bound.

He scatters nations with his breath;
The scattered nations fly:
Blue pestilence and spreading death
Confess the God-head nigh.

Ye worlds of every living thing,
Fulfil his dread command!
Pay duteous homage to your King,
And own his ruling hand!

But oh! My muse, forbear the theme,
Since thus th' Almighty says,
"What tongue is equal to my name?
"Or who can trace my ways?"

What sub-type of article is it?

Hymn Ode

What themes does it cover?

Religious Faith

What keywords are associated?

Gods Power Divine Majesty Thunder Job Religious Hymn Creation Control Heaven Hell

Poem Details

Subject

On The Thunder Of God's Power (From Job Xxvi. 14)

Form / Style

Rhymed Couplets

Key Lines

'Twas God That Tun'd The Rolling Spheres And Stretch'd The Winding Skies; That Form'd The Plan Of Endless Years, And Bade The Ages Rise. He Speaks; Great Nature's Wheels Stand Still; And Cease Their Wonted Round: The Mountains Melt; Each Trembling Hill Forsakes Its Ancient Bound. But Oh! My Muse, Forbear The Theme, Since Thus Th' Almighty Says, "What Tongue Is Equal To My Name? "Or Who Can Trace My Ways?"

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