The Psalms of David ‎#II.LXII

II.LXII. Sing to the Lord, ye heav'nly Hosts

1 Sing to the Lord, ye heav'nly Hosts,
And thou, O earth, adore;
Let Death and Hell through all their Coasts,
Stand trembling at his Pow'r.

2 His sounding Chariot shakes the Sky,
He makes the Clouds his Throne;
There all his Stores of Lightning lie,
Till Vengeance darts them down.

3 His Nostrils breathe out fiery Streams,
And from his awful Tongue
A sov'reign Voice divides the Flames,
And Thunder roars along.

4 Think, O my Soul, the dreadful Day,
When this incensed God
Shall rend the Sky, and burn the Sea,
And fling his Wrath abroad.

5 What shall the Wretch, the Sinner do?
He once deny'd the Lord;
But he shall dread the Thund'rer now,
And sink beneath his Word.

6 Tempests of angry Fire shall roll,
To blast the Rebel Worm,
And beat upon his naked Soul
In one eternal Storm.

Text Information

• First Line: Sing to the Lord, ye heav'nly Hosts
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1766
• Topic: Hell and Judgment; Majesty of God terrible; Thunderer God

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