CI. Loud to the Prince of Heav'n

1 Loud to the Prince of Heav'n,
Your chearful Voices raise,
To him your Vows be giv'n,
And fill his Courts with Praise,
With conscious Worth,
And clad in Arms,
All bright in Charms
He sallies forth.

2 Gird on thy conqu'ring Sword,
Ascend thy shining Car,
And march, Almighty Lord,
to wage thy holy War,
Before his Wheels
In glad Surprize,
Ye Valleys, rise,
And sink, ye Hills.

3 Fair Truth, and smiling Love,
And injur'd Righteousness
In thy Retinue move,
And seek from thee Redress;
Thou in their Case
Shalt prosp'rous ride,
And far and wide
Dispense thy Laws.

4 Behold thine awful Face
Millions of foes shall fall,
The Captives of thy Grace,
That Grace, which conquers all.
The World shall know,
Great King of Kings,
What wond'rous Things
Thine Arm can do.

5 Here to my willing soul
Bend thy triumphant Ways;
Here ev'ry Foe controul,
And all thy Pow'r display.
My Heart, thy Throne,
Blest Jesus see,
Bows low to Thee,
To Thee alone.

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First Line: Loud to the Prince of Heav'n
Language: English
Publication Date: 1765
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