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Ye sons of Zion, praise the Lord

Ye sons of Zion, praise the Lord

Author: Anne Steele
Published in 3 hymnals

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I. Ye sons of Zion, praise the Lord,
Come tune your songs in sweet accord;
Awake my soul, awake and join
The sacred hymn, in notes divine.

II. The praises of my God, my king,
(While I have life or breath to sing,)
Shall fill my heart, and tune my tongue,
'Till heav'n improve the blissful song.

III. No more in princes vainly trust,
Frail sons of earth; man is but dust!
With all his pride, with all his pow'r,
The helpless creature of an hour.

IV. He breathes, he thinks, but ah, he dies
No more the potent, or the wife;
The scheme his morning thoughts begun,
Sinks down before the setting sun.

V. Happy the man, whose hopes divine
On Israel's guardian God recline!
Who can with sacred transport say,
This God is mine, my help, my stay.

VI. Heav'n, earth and sea declare his name;
He built and fill'd their spacious frame;
But o'er creation's fairest lines
His steadfast truth unchanging shines.

VII. His justice favours those who mourn,
Beneath the proud oppressor's scorn;
The hungry poor his hand sustains,
And breaks the wretched captive's chains.

VIII. To sightless eyes, long clos'd in night,
His touch restores the joys of light;
Poor mourners rais'd confess his care,
He loves the humble and sincere.

IX. If wand'ring strangers friendless roam,
Divine protection is their home;
The Lord relieves the widow's cares,
And dries the weeping orphan's tears.

X. But vengeance waits the impious race
Who hate his laws, and scorn his grace;
Their ways to sure destruction tend,
And all their hopes in ruin end.

XI. The Lord shall reign for ever king,
And age to age his glory sing;
Thy God, O happy Zion, reigns,
Resound his praise in joyful strains.

Source: Poems on Subjects Chiefly Devotional, Vol. 2 #247

Author: Anne Steele

Anne Steele was the daughter of Particular Baptist preacher and timber merchant William Steele. She spent her entire life in Broughton, Hampshire, near the southern coast of England, and devoted much of her time to writing. Some accounts of her life portray her as a lonely, melancholy invalid, but a revival of research in the last decade indicates that she had been more active and social than what was previously thought. She was theologically conversant with Dissenting ministers and "found herself at the centre of a literary circle that included family members from various generations, as well as local literati." She chose a life of singleness to focus on her craft. Before Christmas in 1742, she declined a marriage proposal from contemporar… Go to person page >

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First Line: Ye sons of Zion, praise the Lord
Author: Anne Steele
Meter: 8.8.8.8
Language: English
Copyright: Public Domain

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Psalms of Grace #146a

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