1 Ye that obey th’ immortal King,
Attend his holy place;
Bow to the glories of his pow'r,
And bless his wond'rous grace.
2 Lift up your hands by morning light,
And send your souls on high;
Raise your admiring thoughts by night
Above the starry sky.
3 The God of Zion cheers our hearts
With rays of quick'ning grace;
The God that spread the heav'ns abroad,
And rules the swelling seas.
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First Line: | Ye that obey th' immortal King |
Title: | Daily and nightly devotions |
Meter: | Common Metre |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1791 |
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Notes: | Now Public Domain. |