Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David ‎#CXLIX

CXLIX. Praise GOD, all his Saints; or, The Saints judging the World

1 All ye that love the Lord, rejoice,
And let your songs be new;
Amidst the church with cheerful voice
His later wonders shew.

2 The Jews, the people of his grace,
Shall their Redeemer sing;
And Gentile nations join the praise,
While Zion owns her king.

3 The Lord takes pleasure in the just,
Whom sinners treat with scorn;
The meek that lie despis'd in dust
Salvation shall adorn.

4 Saints should be joyful in their king,
E'en on a dying bed;
And like the souls in glory sing,
For GOD shall raise the dead.

5 Then his high praise shall fill their tongues,
Their hands shall wield the sword;
And vengeance shall attend their songs,
The vengeance of the Lord.

6 When Christ his judgement-seat ascends,
And bids the world appear,
Thrones are prepar'd for all his friends
Who humbly lov'd him here.

7 Then shall they rule with iron-rod
Nations that dar'd rebel;
And join the sentence of their GOD,
On tyrants doom'd to hell.

8 The royal sinners bound in chains
New triumph shall afford:
Such honour for the saint remains:
Praise ye and love the Lord.

Text Information

• First Line: All ye that love the Lord, rejoice
• Title: Praise GOD, all his Saints; or, The Saints judging the World
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1785
• Scripture:
  Psalm 149

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