Dr. Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David ‎#299

299. Awake, ye saints, to praise your king

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 Heav'n, earth and sea confess his hand;
He bids the vapors rise:
Light'ning and storm, at his command,
Sweep thro' 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 show'rs of rain?
In vain they worship glitt'ring dust,
And pray to gold in vain.

6 [Their gods have tongues that cannot talk,
Such as their makers gave;
Their feet were ne'er design'd to walk,
Nor hands have pow'r to save.

7 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.]

8 Ye nations know thy living God,
Serve him with faith and fear;
He makes thy churches his abode,
And claims thine honors there.

Text Information

• First Line: Awake, ye saints, to praise your king
• Meter: C. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1790
• Scripture:
  Psalm 135:5-12

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