Text: | Jehovah the Strength of his Poeple |
Author: | Watts |
1 Whence do our mournful thoughts arise?
And where’s our courage fled?
Has restless sin and raging hell
Struck all our comforts dead?
2 Have we forgot the almighty Name
That formed the earth and sea?
And can an all-creating arm
Grow weary, or decay?
3 Treasures of everlasting might
In our Jehovah dwell;
He gives the conquest to the weak,
And treads their foes to hell.
4 Mere mortal power shall fade and die,
And youthful vigour cease;
But we that wait upon the Lord
Shall feel our strength increase.
5 The saints shall mount on eagles’ wings,
And taste the promised bliss,
Till their unwearied feet arrive
Where perfect pleasure is.
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First Line: | Whence do our mournful thoughts arise? |
Title: | Jehovah the Strength of his Poeple |
Author: | Watts |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1844 |
Topic: | Encouragement |