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Psalm 144:3 Third Part (happy The City, Where Their Sons) Post by :Viola_Tan Category :Poems Author :Isaac Watts Date :August 2011 Read :3487

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Psalm 144:3 Third Part (happy The City, Where Their Sons)

Psalm 144:3. 12-15. Third Part
Grace above riches; or, The happy nation.


Happy the city, where their sons
Like pillars round a palace set,
And daughters bright as polish'd stones
Give strength and beauty to the state.

Happy the country, where the sheep,
Cattle, and corn, have large increase;
Where men securely work or sleep,
Nor sons of plunder break the peace.

Happy the nation thus endow'd,
But more divinely blest are those
On whom the all-sufficient God
Himself with all his grace bestows.




(The end)
Isaac Watts's poem: Psalm 144:3 Third Part (Happy The City, Where Their Sons)

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