The Cyber Hymnal ‎#9309

9309. Awake, Ye Saints; To Praise Your King

1 Awake, ye saints; to praise your king
Your sweetest passions raise,
Your pious pleasure, while you sing,
Increasing with the praise.

2 Great is the Lord, and works unknown
Are His divine employ;
But still His saints are near His throne,
His treasure and His joy.

3 Heav’n, earth, and sea confess His hand;
He bids the vapors rise;
Lightning and storm at His command
Sweep through the sounding skies.

4 All power that gods or kings have claimed
Is found with Him alone;
But heathen gods should ne’er be named
Where our Jehovah’s known.

5 Which of the stock or stones they trust
Can give them showers of rain?
In vain they worship glittering dust,
And pray to gold in vain.

6 Their gods have tongues that cannot talk,
Such as their makers gave;
Ther feet were ne’er designed to walk,
Nor hands have power to save.

7 Blind are their eyes, their ears are deaf,
Nor near when mortals pray;
Mortals that wait for their relief
Are blind and deaf as they.

8 O nations, know thy living God,
Serve Him with faith and fear;
He makes thy churches His abode,
And claims thine honors there.

Text Information

• First Line: Awake, ye saints; to praise your king
• Title: Awake, Ye Saints; To Praise Your King
• Author: Isaac Watts
• Language: English
• Copyright: Public Domain

Tune Information

• Name: NEW BRITAIN
• Key: G Major
• Source: Virginia Harmony, 1831
• Copyright: Public Domain