The Psalms of David ‎#P135c

P135c. 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 Vapours rise;
Lightning and Storm at his Command
Sweep through the sounding Skies.

4 All Pow'r that Gods or Kings have claim'd
Is found with him alone;
But Heathen Gods should ne'er be nam'd
Where our Jehovah's known.

5 Which of the Stocks or Stones they trust
Can give them Show'rs of Rain?
In vain they worship glitt'ring Dust,
And pray to Gold in vain.

6 [Their Gods have Tongues that cannot talk,
Such as their Makers gave;
Their Feet were ne'er design'd to walk;
Nor Hands have Pow'r to save.

7 Blind are their Eyes, their Ears are deaf,
Nor hear when Mortals pray;
Mortals, that wait for their Relief,
Are blind and deaf as they.]

8 O, Britain! know thy living GOD,
Serve him with Faith and Fear;
He makes thy Churches his Abode,
And claims thine Honours there.

Text Information

• First Line: Awake, ye Saints: To praise your King
• Meter: Common Metre
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1740
• Scripture:
  Psalm 135
• Topic: Church: the house and care of God; Creation and Providence; Grace: and providence; Idolatry reproved; Isreal: saved from Egypt, and brought to Canaan; Rain from heaven; Thunder and storm; Weather; Works: and grace

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