Dr. Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David ‎#305

305. With all my pow'rs of heart and tongue

1 [With all my pow'rs of heart and tongue,
I'll praise my Maker in my song:
Angels shall hear the notes I raise,
Approve the song, and join the praise.

2 Angels that make thy church their care,
Shall witness my devotions there,
While holy zeal directs my eyes
To thy fair temple in the skies.]

3 I'll sing thy truth and mercy, Lord;
I'll sing the wonders of thy word:
Not all thy works and names below
So much thy pow'r and glory show.

4 To God I cry'd when troubles rose;
He heard me, and subdu'd my foes;
He did my rising fears control,
And strength diffus'd thro' all my soul.

5 The God of heav'n maintains his state,
Frowns on the proud, and scorns the great;
But from his throne descends to see
The sons of humble poverty.

6 Amidst a thousand snares I stand,
Upheld and guarded by thy hand;
Thy words my fainting soul revive,
And keep my dying faith alive.

7 Grace will complete what grace begins,
To save from sorrows or from sins;
The work that wisdom undertakes
Eternal mercy ne'er forsakes.

Text Information

• First Line: With all my pow'rs of heart and tongue
• Meter: L. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1790
• Scripture:
  Psalm 138
• Notes: Public Domain.

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