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 Psalm 147 part 2 by Isaac Watts 
						Summer and winter.A Song for Great Britain.
 
 O Britain, praise thy mighty God,
 And make his honors known abroad,
 He bid the ocean round thee flow;
 Not bars of brass could guard thee so.
 
 Thy children are secure and blest;
 Thy shores have peace, thy cities rest;
 He feeds thy sons with finest wheat,
 And adds his blessing to their meat.
 
 Thy changing seasons he ordains,
 Thine early and thy latter rains;
 His flakes of snow like wool he sends,
 And thus the springing corn defends.
 
 With hoary frost he strews the ground;
 His hail descends with clatt'ring sound:
 Where is the man so vainly bold
 That dares defy his dreadful cold?
 
 He bids the southern breezes blow;
 The ice dissolves, the waters flow:
 But he hath nobler works and ways
 To call the Britons to his praise.
 
 To all the isle his laws are shown,
 His gospel through the nation known;
 He hath not thus revealed his word
 To every land: praise ye the Lord.
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