Author: Isaac Watts Appears in 83 hymnals Lyrics: 1 Awake, ye saints; to praise your king
Your sweetest passions raise,
Your pious pleasure, while you sing,
Increasing with the praise.
2 Great is the Lord, and works unknown
Are His divine employ;
But still His saints are near His throne,
His treasure and His joy.
3 Heav’n, earth, and sea confess His hand;
He bids the vapors rise;
Lightning and storm at His command
Sweep through the sounding skies.
4 All power that gods or kings have claimed
Is found with Him alone;
But heathen gods should ne’er be named
Where our Jehovah’s known.
5 Which of the stock or stones they trust
Can give them showers of rain?
In vain they worship glittering dust,
And pray to gold in vain.
6 Their gods have tongues that cannot talk,
Such as their makers gave;
Ther feet were ne’er designed to walk,
Nor hands have power to save.
7 Blind are their eyes, their ears are deaf,
Nor near when mortals pray;
Mortals that wait for their relief
Are blind and deaf as they.
8 O nations, know thy living God,
Serve Him with faith and fear;
He makes thy churches His abode,
And claims thine honors there. Used With Tune: NEW BRITAIN
Awake, Ye Saints; To Praise Your King