The Works of the Reverend and Learned Isaac Watts, D. D. Containing, besides his Sermons, and Essays on miscellaneous subjects, several additional pieces, Selected from his Manuscripts by the Rev. Dr. Jennings, and the Rev. Dr. Doddridge, in 1753: to which are prefixed, memoirs of the life of the author, compiled by the Rev. George Burder. In six volumes |
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The universal Hallelujah.
Psalm cxlviii. paraphrased.
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Praise ye the Lord with joyful tongue,Ye pow'rs that guard his throne;
Jesus the man shall lead the song,
The God inspire the tune.
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Gabriel, and all th'immortal choirThat fill the realms above,
Sing; for he form'd you of his fire,
And feeds you with his love.
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Shine to his praise, ye crystal skies,The floor of his abode,
Or veil your little twinkling eyes
Before a brighter God.
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Thou restless globe of golden light,Whose beams create our days,
Join with the silver queen of night,
To own your borrow'd rays.
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Blush and refund the honours paidTo your inferior names:
Tell the blind world, your orbs are fed
By his o'erflowing flames.
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Winds, ye shall bear his name aloudThro' the ethereal blue,
For when his chariot is a cloud,
He makes his wheels of you.
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Thunder and hail, and fires and storms,The troops of his command,
Appear in all your dreadful forms,
And speak his awful hand.
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Shout to the Lord, ye surging seas,In your eternal roar;
Let wave to wave resound his praise,
And shore reply to shore:
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While monsters sporting on the flood,In scaly silver shine,
Speak terribly their Maker, God,
And lash the foaming brine.
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But gentler things shall tune his name,To softer notes than these,
Young zephyrs breathing o'er the stream,
Or whisp'ring thro' the trees.
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Wave your tall heads, ye lofty pines,To him that bid you grow,
Sweet clusters, bend the fruitful vines
On ev'ry thankful bough.
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Let the shrill birds his honour raise,And climb the morning-sky:
While grov'ling beasts attempt his praise,
In hoarser harmony.
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Thus while the meaner creatures sing,Ye mortals, take the sound,
Echo the glories of your King
Thro' all the nations round.
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Th'eternal name must fly abroadFrom Britain to Japan;
And the whole race shall bow to God
That owns the name of man.
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