XLVIII. GOD'S speaking Peace to his People.

UNITE, my roving Thoughts, unite
In Silence soft and sweet:
And thou, my Soul, sit gently down
At thy great Sov'reign's Feet.

Jehovah's awful Voice is heard,
Yet gladly I attend;
For lo! the everlasting GOD
Proclaims himself my Friend.

Harmonious Accents to my Soul
The Sounds of Peace convey;
The Tempest at his Word subsides,
And Winds, and Seas obey.

By all its Joys, I charge my Heart
To grieve his Love no more;
But, charm'd by Melody divine,
To give its Follies o'er.