The Psalms of David ‎#CXXXVc

CXXXVc. Praise due to GOD, not to Idols

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 thro' 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 reign?
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;
Their feet were ne'er designed 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 honors there.

Text Information

• First Line: Awake, ye saints, to praise your King
• Title: Praise due to GOD, not to Idols
• Meter: Common Metre
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1780
• Scripture:
  Psalm 135

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