Hymns and Spiritual Songs, in Three Books ‎#II.XXVII

II.XXVII. Praise ye him, all his angels

1 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.

2 Like flames of fire his servants are,
And light surrounds his dwelling place;
But O ye fi'ry flames declare,
The brighter glories of his face.

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

4 Tell how he shews his smiling face,
And clothes all heav'n in bright array:
Triumph and joy run thro' the place,
And songs eternal as the day.

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

6 [Sing of his pow'r and justice too,
That infinite right-hand of his,
That vanquish'd Satan and his crew,
And thunder drove them down from bliss.]

7 What mighty storms of poison'd darts,
Were hurl'd upon the rebels there!
What deadly jav'lins nail'd their hearts
Fast to the racks of long despair!

8 [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.]

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

Text Information

• First Line: God! the eternal awful name!
• Title: Praise ye him, all his angels
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1793
• Scripture:
  Psalm 148:2

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