The Psalms of David ‎#II.XXI

II.XXI. Let the old Heathens tune their Song

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.

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• First Line: Let the old Heathens tune their Song
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1766
• Topic: Praise to the Redeemer

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