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Let the old Heathens tune their Song

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #II.XXI (1766) Lyrics: 1 Let the old Heathens tune their Song Of great Diana and of Jove, But the sweet Theme that moves my Tongue Is my Redeemer and his Love. 2 Behold a God descends and dies, To save my Soul from gaping Hell; How the black Gulph where Satan lies Yawn'd to receive me when I fell! 3 How Justice frown'd, and Vengeance stood, To drive me down to endless Pain! But the great Son propos'd his Blood, And heav'nly Wrath grew mild again. 4 Infinite Lover, gracious Lord, To Thee be endless Honour giv'n; Thy wond'rous Name shall be ador'd Round the wide Earth, and wider Heav'n. Topics: Praise to the Redeemer Languages: English
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Let the old heathens tune their song

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: The Reformed Methodist Pocket Hymnal #II.140 (1828)
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Let the old heathens tune their song

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: The Psalms, Hymns and Spiritual Songs of the Rev. Isaac Watts, D. D. #B21 (1842)
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Let the old heathens tune their song

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: Hymns for Christian Melody #137 (1835) Languages: English
Let the old heathens tune their song

Let the old heathens tune their song

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: Hymns and Spiritual Songs, Selected and Original. 7th ed. #d252 (1832) Languages: English
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Let the old heathens tune their song

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: The Psalms and Hymns of Dr. Watts #276 (1835)
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Let the old heathens tune their song

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: The Columbian Repository #525 (1803)
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A song of praise to God the Redeemer

Hymnal: Hymns and Spiritual Songs, in Three Books #II.XXI (1793) Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: Let the old heathens tune their song Lyrics: 1 Let the old heathens tune their song Of great Diana and of Jove; But the sweet theme that moves my tongue Is my Redeemer and his love. 2 Behold a God descends and dies, To save my soul from gaping hell! How the black gulf where Satan lies, Yawn'd to receive me when I fell! 3 How justice frown'd, and veng'ance stood, To drive me down to endless pain! But the great Son propos'd his blood, And heav'nly wrath grew mild again. 4 Infinite Lover! Gracious Lord! To thee be endless honours giv'n; Thy wondrous name shall be ador'd Round the wide earth, and wider heav'n. Languages: English
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Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #II.21 (1806) Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: Let the old heathens tune their song Lyrics: Let the old heathens tune their song Of great Diana and of Jove; But the sweet theme that moves my tongue Is my Redeemer and his love. Behold, a God descends and dies To save my soul from gaping hell: How the black gulf where Satan lies Yawned to receive me when I fell! How justice frowned, and vengeance stood To drive me down to endless pain! But the great Son proposed his blood, And heav'nly wrath grew mild again. Infinite Lover! gracious Lord! To thee be endless honors giv'n; Thy wondrous name shall be adored Round the wide earth and wider heav'n. Languages: English
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