Text: | The meek beautified with salvation |
Author: | Dr. Doddridge |
1 Ye humble souls rejoice;
And cheerful triumphs sing;
Wake all your harmony of voice,
For Jesus is your king.
2 That meek and lowly Lord,
Whom here your souls have known,
Pledges the honor of his word
T' avow you for his own.
3 He brings salvation near,
For which his blood was paid:
How beauteous shall your soul appear,
Thus sumptuously array'd!
4 Sing, for the day is nigh,
When near your Savior's seat
The tallest sons of pride shall lie,
The footstool of your feet.
5 Salvation, Lord, is thine,
And all thy saints confess,
The royal robes, in which they shine,
Were wrought by sovereign grace.
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First Line: | Ye humble souls rejoice |
Title: | The meek beautified with salvation |
Author: | Dr. Doddridge |
Meter: | S. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1792 |
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Topic: | Graces of the Spirit: Meekness; Joy of the humble encouraged; Meek beautified with salvation |