The Psalms of David ‎#II.XVII

II.XVII. Rise, rise, my Soul, and leave the Ground

1 Rise, rise my Soul, and leave the Ground,
Stretch all thy Thoughts abroad,
And rouse up ev'ry tuneful Sound,
To praise th' eternal God.

2 Long e'er the lofty Skies were spread,
Jehovah fill'd his Throne;
Or Adam form'd, or Angels made,
The Maker liv'd alone.

3 His boundless Years can ne'er decrease,
But still maintain their Prime;
Eternity's his dwelling Place,
And ever is his Time.

4 While like a Tide our Minutes flow,
The present and the past,
He fills his own immortal Now,
And sees our Ages waste.

5 The Sea and Sky must perish too,
And vast Destruction come;
The Creatures, look, how old they grow,
And wait their fiery Doom!

6 Well, let the Sea shrink all away,
And Flame melt down the Skies,
My God shall live an endless Day,
When th' old Creation dies.

Text Information

• First Line: Rise, rise, my Soul, and leave the Ground
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1766
• Topic: Christ: Excellencies; Eternity of God

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