CXIV. Peace proclaimed, and the Fruit of the Lips created by a gracious GOD.

HARK! for the great Creator speaks;
In Silence let the Earth attend;
And when his Words of Grace are heard,
In grateful Adoration bend.

"'Tis I create the Fruit of Praise,
"And give the broken Heart to sing
"Peace, heav'nly Peace, my Lips proclaim,
"Pleas'd with the happy News they bring".

Receive the Tidings with Delight,
Ye Gentile Nations from afar;
And you, the Children of his Love,
Whom Grace hath brought already near.

To these, to those his sov'reign Hand
Its healing Energy imparts:
Peace, Peace be eccho'd from your Tongues,
And eccho'd from consenting Hearts.

Enjoy the Health, which GOD hath wrought,
Nor let the daily Tribute cease,
Till chang'd for more exalted Songs
In Regions of eternal Peace.