Text:Praise due to God, not to Idols

239b. 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 Heaven, earth, and sea confess his hand;
He bids the vapours rise;
Lightning and storm at his command
Sweep through the sounding skies.

4 All power 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 showers of rain?
In vain they worship glittering dust,
And pray to gold in vain.

6 [Their gods have tongues that speechless prove,
Such as their makers gave;
Their feet were never form'd to move,
Nor hands have power 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 Ye nations, know the living God,
Serve him with faith and fear;
He makes the churches his abode,
And claims your honours 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: 1790
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Topic: Church: the House and Care of God; Family: love and worship; Grace: and providence (8 more...)
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