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Text: | Praise ye the Lord, exalt his name |
Author: | Isaac Watts |
Praise ye the Lord, exalt his name,
While in his holy courts ye wait,
Ye saints, that to his house belong,
Or stand attending at his gate.
Praise ye the Lord, the Lord is good;
To praise his name is sweet employ:
Isr'el he chose of old, and still
His church is his peculiar joy.
The Lord himself will judge his saints;
He treats his servants as his friends;
And when he hears their sore complaints,
Repents the sorrows that he sends.
Through every age the Lord declares
His name, and breaks th' oppressor's rod
He gives his suff'ring servants rest,
And will be known th' Almighty God.
Bless ye the Lord, who taste his love,
People and priest, exalt his name:
Amongst his saints he ever dwells;
His church is his Jerusalem.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | Praise ye the Lord, exalt his name |
Author: | Isaac Watts |
Meter: | L. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1835 |
Scripture: | ; ; |
Topic: | Idolatry reproved; Works: and grace; Storm and Thunder(8 more...) |