Psalm 104 Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A BBCD EEFF GHIJ KKLM NOEE PPQQ RRSS TTBB U VHWW FFXY ZZA2A2 EEB2B2 U C2C2UU D2E2F2F2 G2G2SS H2I2FF J2J2K2K2 L2L2M2M2 N2N2RR SSO2P2 U Q2R2C2C2 S2OT2U2 V2W2A2A2 MMX2X2 Y2Y2BB Z2Z2G2G2 A3A3B3B3 A3A3C3C3

The glory of God in creation and providenceA
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My soul thy great Creator praiseB
When clothed in his celestial raysB
He in full majesty appearsC
And like a robe his glory wearsD
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The heav'ns are for his curtains spreadE
The unfathomed deep he makes his bedE
Clouds are his chariot when he fliesF
On winged storms across the skiesF
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Angels whom his own breath inspiresG
His ministers are flaming firesH
And swift as thought their armies moveI
To bear his vengeance or his loveJ
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The world's foundations by his handK
Are poised and shall for ever standK
He binds the ocean in his chainL
Lest it should drown the earth againM
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When earth was covered with the floodN
Which high above the mountains stoodO
He thundered and the ocean fledE
Confined to its appointed bedE
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The swelling billows know their boundP
And in their channels walk their roundP
Yet thence conveyed by secret veinsQ
They spring on hills and drench the plainsQ
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He bids the crystal fountains flowR
And cheer the valleys as they goR
Tame heifers there their thirst allayS
And for the stream wild asses brayS
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From pleasant trees which shade the brinkT
The lark and linnet light to drinkT
Their songs the lark and linnet raiseB
And chide our silence in his praiseB
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PAUSE IU
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God from his cloudy cistern poursV
On the parched earth enriching showersH
The grove the garden and the fieldW
A thousand joyful blessings yieldW
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He makes the grassy food ariseF
And gives the cattle large suppliesF
With herbs for man of various powerX
To nourish nature or to direY
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What noble fruit the vines produceZ
The olive yields a shining juiceZ
Our hearts are cheered with gen'rous wineA2
With inward joy our faces shineA2
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O bless his name ye Britons fedE
With nature's chief supporter breadE
While bread your vital strength impartsB2
Serve him with vigor in your heartsB2
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PAUSE IIU
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Behold the stately cedar standsC2
Raised in the forest by his handsC2
Birds to the boughs for shelter flyU
And build their nests secure on highU
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To craggy hills ascends the goatD2
And at the airy mountain's footE2
The feebler creatures make their cellF2
He gives them wisdom where to dwellF2
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He sets the sun his circling raceG2
Appoints the moon to change her faceG2
And when thick darkness veils the dayS
Calls out wild beasts to hunt their preyS
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Fierce lions lead their young abroadH2
And roaring ask their meat from GodI2
But when the morning beams ariseF
The savage beast to covert fliesF
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Then man to daily labor goesJ2
The night was made for his reposeJ2
Sleep is thy gift that sweet reliefK2
From tiresome toil and wasting griefK2
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How strange thy works how great thy skillL2
And every land thy riches fillL2
Thy wisdom round the world we seeM2
This spacious earth is full of theeM2
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Nor less thy glories in the deepN2
Where fish in millions swim and creepN2
With wondrous motions swift or slowR
Still wand'ring in the paths belowR
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There ships divide their wat'ry wayS
And flocks of scaly monsters playS
There dwells the huge leviathanO2
And foams and sports in spite of manP2
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PAUSE IIIU
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Vast are thy works Almighty LordQ2
All nature rests upon thy wordR2
And the whole race of creatures standsC2
Waiting their portion from thy handsC2
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While each receives his diff'rent foodS2
Their cheerful looks pronounce it goodO
Eagles and bears and whales and wormsT2
Rejoice and praise in diff'rent formsU2
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But when thy face is hid they mournV2
And dying to their dust returnW2
Both man and beast their souls resignA2
Life breath and spirit all is thineA2
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Yet thou canst breathe on dust againM
And fill the world with beasts and menM
A word of thy creating breathX2
Repairs the wastes of time and deathX2
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His works the wonders of his mightY2
Are honored with his own delightY2
How aweful are his glorious waysB
The Lord is dreadful in his praiseB
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The earth stands trembling at thy strokeZ2
And at thy touch the mountains smokeZ2
Yet humble souls may see thy faceG2
And tell their wants to sovereign graceG2
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In thee my hopes and wishes meetA3
And make my meditations sweetA3
Thy praises shall my breath employB3
Till it expire in endless joyB3
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While haughty sinners die accursedA3
Their glory buried with their dustA3
I to my God my heav'nly KingC3
Immortal hallelujahs singC3

Isaac Watts



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