Depths of the earth are in his hand, the strength of hills is his.
What things soever pleas'd the Lord, that in the heav'n did he, And in the earth, the seas, and all the places deep that be.
Hills at the presence of the Lord, like wax, did melt away; Ev'n at the presence of the Lord of all the earth, I say.
Who, being girt with pow'r, sets fast by his great strength the hills.
Thou hast bestowed upon him all that his heart would have; And thou from him didst not withhold whate'er his lips did crave.
Thou, Lord, who great adversities, and sore, to me didst show, Shalt quicken, and bring me again from depths of earth below.