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CCLXXX. O thou, whom all thy saints adore

1 O thou, whom all thy saints adore,
We now with all thy saints agree,
And bow our inmost souls before
Thy glorious, awful Majesty.

2 The King of Nations, we proclaim,
Who would not our great Sovereign fear?
We long t' experience all thy name,
And now we come to meet thee here.

3 We come, great God, to seek thy face,
And for thy loving kindness wait;
And O how dreadful is this place!
’Tis God’s own house, ’tis heaven’s gate.

4 Tremble our hearts to find thee nigh;
To thee our trembling hearts aspire;
And lo! we see descend from high
The pillar, and the flame of fire.

5 Still let it on th' assembly stay,
And all the house with glory fill;
To Canaan’s bounds point out the way,
And lead us to thy holy hill.

6 There let us all with Jesus stand,
And join the general church above,
And take our seats at thy right-hand,
And sing thine everlasting love.

7 Come, Lord, our souls are on the wing,
Now on Thy great white throne appear,
And let my eyes behold my King,
And let me see my Saviour there.

Text Information

• First Line: O thou, whom all thy saints adore
• Meter: L. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1790
• Topic: Petition

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