The Psalms of David ‎#II.XLIV

II.XLIV. With holy Fear, and humble Song

1 With holy Fear, and humble Song,
The dreadful God our Souls adore;
Rev'rence and Awe become the Tongue
That speaks the Terrors of his Pow'r.

2 Far in the Deep, where Darkness dwells,
The Land of Horror and Despair,
Justice has built a dismal Hell,
And laid her Stores of Vengeance there.

[3 Eternal Plagues and heavy Chains,
Tormenting Racks, and fiery Coals,
And Darts t' inflict immortal Pains,
Dy'd in the Blood of damned Souls.]

[4 There Satan the first Sinner lies,
And roars, and bites his Iron Bands;
In vain the Rebel strives to rise,
Crush'd with the Weight of both thy Hands.]

5 There, guilty Ghosts of Adam's Race,
Shriek out and howl beneath thy Rod;
Once they could scorn a Saviour's Grace,
But they incens'd a dreadful God.

6 Tremble, my Soul, and kiss the Son;
Sinners, obey the Saviour's Call;
Else your Damnation hastens on,
And Hell gapes wide to wait your Fall.

Text Information

• First Line: With holy Fear, and humble Song
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1766
• Topic: God's Vengeance; Hell or the Vengeance of God

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