Oliver Holden - Richmond - ноты, текст песни (слова)

He spake: the sun obedient stood,
 And held the falling day:
 Old Jordan backward drives his flood,
 And disappoints the sea.
 
 Lord of the armies of the sky,
 He marshals all the stars:
 Red comets lift their banners high,
 And wide proclaim His wars.
 
 Chained to the throne, a volume lies
 With all the fates of men;
 With every angel's form and size,
 Drawn by eternal pen.
 
 His providence unfolds the book,
 And makes His counsels shine;
 Each opening leaf, and every stroke
 Fulfills some deep design.