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Throughout their Race they act their Maker's Will,
His Pow'r declare, his Purposes fulfil,

'Tis He alone sustains this Orb in Air,
Its Creatures breathe by his paternal Care:
His Goodness does their daily Food supply,
And if he but withholds his Hand, they die.
$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}$'Tis He within due Bounds the Floods restrains:
He swells the Brooks which murmur o'er the Plains,
And from the Mountains pours the seasonable Rains.

He gives the Word: the blust'ring Winds arise:
On Billows Billows mounted storm the Skies.
The foaming Surges rage along the Shores,
For Help, in vain! the Mariner implores:
Seas urg'd by Seas with boundless Fury roll,
And Oceans Oceans drive from Pole to Pole.
But at his Nod the roaring Tempests cease,
And all the warring Elements have Peace:

Ocean,