The Psalms and Hymns of Dr. Watts ‎#259

259. Lift up your eyes to th' heavenly seats

Lift up your eyes to th' heav'nly seats
Where your Redeemer stays;
Kind Intercessor, there he sits,
And loves, and pleads, and prays.

'Twas well, my soul, he died for thee,
And shed his vital blood;
Appeased stern justice on the tree,
And then arose to God.

Petitions now, and praise may rise,
And saints their off'rings bring;
The Priest, with his own sacrifice,
Presents them to the King.

[Let papists trust what names they please,
Their saints and angels boast;
We've no such advocates as these,
Nor pray to th' heav'nly host.]

Jesus alone shall bear my cries
Up to his Father's throne;
He, dearest Lord! perfumes my sighs,
And sweetens every groan.

[Ten thousand praises to the King,
"Hosannah in the highest!"
Ten thousand thanks our spirits bring
To God and to his Christ.]

Text Information

• First Line: Lift up your eyes to th' heavenly seats
• Author: Isaac Watts
• Meter: C. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1835
• Scripture:
  Psalm 17
• Topic: Saints: and Sinners' portion; Sinner: and saint's portion; Portion of saints and sinners; Courage: in death; Death: courage in it; Resurrection: of the saints; Death: of saints and sinners; Despair: and hope in death; Grace: tried by afflictions; Heaven: of separate souls and resurrection; Hope: and despair in death; Separate souls, heaven; Souls in separate state

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