The Psalms of David ‎#II.CVIII

II.CVIII. Come, let us lift our joyful Eyes

1 Come, let us lift our joyful Eyes
Up to the Court above,
And smile to see our Father there
Upon a Throne of Love.

2 Once 'twas a Seat of dreadful Wrath,
And shot devouring Flame
Our God appear'd Consuming Fire,
And Vengeance was his Name.

3 Rich were the Drops of Jesus' Blood
That calm'd his frowning Face,
That sprinkled o'er the burning Throne,
And turn'd the Wrath to Grace.

4 Now we may bow before his feet,
And venture near the Lord;
No fiery Cherub guards his Seat,
Nor double-flaming Sword.

5 The peaceful Gates of heav'nly Bliss
Are open'd by the Son;
High let us raise our Notes of Praise,
And reach th' Almighty Throne.

6 To Thee Ten Thousand Thanks we bring,
Great Advocate on high;
And Glory to th' eternal King,
That lays his Fury by.

Text Information

• First Line: Come, let us lift our joyful Eyes
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1769
• Topic: Heaven and Earth; Access to the Throne of Grace by a Mediator

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