239a | Doctor Watts's imitation of the Psalms of David, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (3rd ed.)#239b | 240 |
1 Awake, ye saints: To praise your King
Your sweetest passions raise,
Your pious pleasure, while you sing,
Increasing with the praise.
2 Great is the Lord; and works unknown
Are his divine employ:
But still his saints are near his throne,
His treasure and his joy.
3 Heaven, earth, and sea confess his hand;
He bids the vapours rise;
Lightning and storm at his command
Sweep through the sounding skies.
4 All power that gods or kings have claim'd
Is found with him alone;
But heathen gods should ne'er be nam'd
Where our Jehovah's known.
5 Which of the stocks or stones they trust
Can give them showers of rain?
In vain they worship glittering dust,
And pray to gold in vain.
6 [Their gods have tongues that speechless prove,
Such as their makers gave;
Their feet were never form'd to move,
Nor hands have power to save.
6 Blind are their eyes, their ears are deaf,
Nor hear when mortals pray;
Mortals that wait for their relief,
Are blind and deaf as they.]
7 Ye nations, know the living God,
Serve him with faith and fear;
He makes the churches his abode,
And claims your honours there.
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First Line: | Awake, ye saints: To praise your King |
Title: | Praise due to God, not to Idols |
Meter: | Common Metre |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1786 |
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Topic: | Church: the House and Care of God; Family: love and worship; Grace: and providence(8 more...) |