1 All ye that love the Lord, rejoice,
And let your songs be new;
Amidst the church with cheerful voice
His latter 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 judgment-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 honor for the saints remains –
Praise ye, and love the Lord.
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First Line: | All ye that love the Lord, rejoice |
Title: | Praise God, all his saints; or, The saints judging the world |
Meter: | Common Metre |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1791 |
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