Psalm 67Words: Isaac Watts The nation's prosperity, and the church's increase. 1 Shine, mighty God, on Britain shine,
With beams of heav'nly grace;
Reveal thy power through all our coasts,
And show thy smiling face.
2 Amidst our isle, exalted high,
Do thou our glory stand,
And, like a wall of guardian fire,
Surround the fav'rite land.
3 When shall thy name, from shore to shore,
Sound all tile earth abroad;
And distant nations know and love
Their Savior and their God?
4 Sing to the Lord, ye distant lands,
Sing loud with solemn voice;
While British tongues exalt his praise,
And British hearts rejoice.
5 He, the great Lord, the sov'reign Judge,
That sits enthroned above,
Wisely commands the worlds he made
In justice and in love.
6 Earth shall obey her Maker's will,
And yield a full increase;
Our God will crown his chosen isle
With fruitfulness and peace.
7 God the Redeemer scatters round
His choicest favors here,
While the creation's utmost bound
Shall see, adore, and fear.
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