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Now high they mount, now shoot into a Vale,
Now smooth their Course, and scud before the Gale;
There rouling Monsters, arm'd in scaly Pride,
Flounce in the Billows, and dash round the Tide;
There huge Leviathan unwieldy moves,
And thro' the Waves, a living Island, roves;
In dreadful Pastime terribly he sports,
And the vast Ocean scarce his Weight supports;
Where'er he turns the hoary Deeps divide,
He breathes a Tempest, and he spouts a Tide.
Now smooth their Course, and scud before the Gale;
There rouling Monsters, arm'd in scaly Pride,
Flounce in the Billows, and dash round the Tide;
There huge Leviathan unwieldy moves,
And thro' the Waves, a living Island, roves;
In dreadful Pastime terribly he sports,
And the vast Ocean scarce his Weight supports;
Where'er he turns the hoary Deeps divide,
He breathes a Tempest, and he spouts a Tide.
Thus, Lord, the Wonders of Earth, Sea, and Air,
Thy boundless Wisdom, and thy Pow'r declare;
Thou high in Glory, and in Might serene,
See'st and mov'st all, thy self unmov'd, unseen:
Should Men and Angels join in Songs to raise
A grateful Tribute equal to thy Praise,
Thy boundless Wisdom, and thy Pow'r declare;
Thou high in Glory, and in Might serene,
See'st and mov'st all, thy self unmov'd, unseen:
Should Men and Angels join in Songs to raise
A grateful Tribute equal to thy Praise,
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