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Fall down ye nations, and adore

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Fall down ye nations, and adore
Jehovah on His mercy-seat,
Like prostrate seas on every shore,
That cast their billows at your feet.

Let hallelujahs to the skies,
With ocean's everlasting sound,
(The voice of many waters) rise,
Day without night, as time goes round.

Come from the east,--with gifts, ye kings,
Gold, frankincense, and myrrh;
Where'er the morning spreads her wings,
Let man to God his vows prefer.

Come from the west,--the bond, the free,
His easy service make your choice;
Ye isles of the Pacific Sea,
Like halcyon-nests, in God rejoice.

Come from the south;--through desert sands,
A highway for the Lord prepare;
Let Ethiopia stretch her hands,
And Libya pour her soul in prayer.

Come from the north;--let Europe raise
In all her languages one song;
Give God the glory, power, and praise,
That to His holy name belong.

For He hath bow'd the heavens above,
And at His feet the mountains flow'd;
He came;--but not in wrath;--in love,
To make with men His pure abode.

With smiles, O earth! thy Maker meet;
Nations, before your Saviour fall;
Redemption is in him complete,
The Gospel now is preach'd to all.

Source: Sacred Poems and Hymns #266

Author: James Montgomery

Montgomery, James, son of John Montgomery, a Moravian minister, was born at Irvine, Ayrshire, Nov. 4, 1771. In 1776 he removed with his parents to the Moravian Settlement at Gracehill, near Ballymena, county of Antrim. Two years after he was sent to the Fulneck Seminary, Yorkshire. He left Fulneck in 1787, and entered a retail shop at Mirfield, near Wakefield. Soon tiring of that he entered upon a similar situation at Wath, near Rotherham, only to find it quite as unsuitable to his taste as the former. A journey to London, with the hope of finding a publisher for his youthful poems ended in failure; and in 1792 he was glad to leave Wath for Shefield to join Mr. Gales, an auctioneer, bookseller, and printer of the Sheffield Register newspap… Go to person page >

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First Line: Fall down ye nations, and adore
Author: James Montgomery
Language: English
Copyright: Public Domain



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