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God! the eternal, awful name

God! the eternal, awful name

Author: Isaac Watts
Tune: SALISBURY (Ravenscroft's Psalmes)
Published in 17 hymnals

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God! the eternal, awful name
That the whole heav'nly army fears,
That shakes the wide creation's frame,
And Satan trembles when he hears.

Like flames of fire his servants are,
And light surrounds his dwelling-place;
But, O ye fiery flames! declare
The brighter glories of his face.

'Tis not for such poor worms as we
To speak so infinite a thing;
But your immortal eyes survey
The beauties of your sovereign King.

Tell how he shows his smiling face,
And clothes all heav'n in bright array;
Triumph and joy run through the place,
And songs eternal as the day.

Speak, for you feel his burning love,
What zeal it spreads through all your frame;
That sacred fire dwells all above,
For we on earth have lost the name.

[Sing of his power and justice too,
That infinite right hand of his
That vanquished Satan and his crew,
And thunder drove them down from bliss.]

[What mighty storms of poisoned darts
Were hurled upon the rebels there!
What deadly jav'lins nailed their hearts
Fast to the racks of long despair!]

[Shout to your King, ye heav'nly host,
You that beheld the sinking foe;
Firmly ye stood when they were lost:
Praise the rich grace that kept you so.]

Proclaim his wonders from the skies,
Let every distant nation hear;
And while you sound his lofty praise,
Let humble mortals bow and fear.



Source: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #II.27

Author: Isaac Watts

Isaac Watts was the son of a schoolmaster, and was born in Southampton, July 17, 1674. He is said to have shown remarkable precocity in childhood, beginning the study of Latin, in his fourth year, and writing respectable verses at the age of seven. At the age of sixteen, he went to London to study in the Academy of the Rev. Thomas Rowe, an Independent minister. In 1698, he became assistant minister of the Independent Church, Berry St., London. In 1702, he became pastor. In 1712, he accepted an invitation to visit Sir Thomas Abney, at his residence of Abney Park, and at Sir Thomas' pressing request, made it his home for the remainder of his life. It was a residence most favourable for his health, and for the prosecution of his literary… Go to person page >

Text Information

First Line: God! the eternal, awful name
Author: Isaac Watts
Meter: 8.8.8.8
Language: English

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The Cyber Hymnal #11166
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