Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Psalms and Hymns of Dr. Watts #569 (1835) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics:
Now in the galleries of his grace
Appears the King, and thus he says,
"How fair my saints are in my sight!
My love how pleasant for delight!"
Kind is thy language, sovereign Lord,
There's heav'nly grace in every word;
From that dear mouth a stream divine
Flows sweeter than the choicest wine.
Such wondrous love awakes the lip
Of saints that were almost asleep,
To speak the praises of thy name,
And makes our cold affections flame.
These are the joys he lets us know
In fields and villages below;
Gives us a relish of his love,
But keeps his noblest feast above.
In Paradise, within the gates,
A higher entertainment waits
Fruits new and old laid up in store,
Where we shall feed, but thirst no more.
Topics: Fears and doubts suppressed; Prayer heard; God his care of saints; Sins of tongue; Afflictions removed by prayer; Angels guardian; Care of God over his saints; Children instructed; Deliverance by prayer; Deliverance from deep distress; Education religious; Exhortations to peace and holiness; Instruction in piety; Peace and holiness encouraged; Piety instructions therein; Praise for eminent deliverances; Prayer and praise for deliverance; Religious Education; Saints God's care of them; Secret devotion; Tongue governed Scripture: Song of Solomon 7:5-13 Languages: English
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