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Hymn 2:113 (the Majesty Of Solomon!) Post by :frankcrowhurst Category :Poems Author :Isaac Watts Date :August 2011 Read :2006

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Hymn 2:113 (the Majesty Of Solomon!)

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The majesty of Solomon!
How glorious to behold
The servants waiting round his throne,
The ivory and the gold.

But, mighty God, thy palace shines
With far superior beams;
Thine angel-guards are swift as winds,
Thy ministers are flames.

(Soon as thine only Son had made
His entrance on this earth,
A shining army downward fled
To celebrate his birth.

And when oppress'd with pains and fears
On the cold ground he lies,
Behold a heavenly form appears
T' allay his agonies.)

Now to the hands of Christ our King
Are all their legions given;
They wait upon his saints, and bring
His chosen heirs to heaven.

Pleasure and praise run thro' their host
To see a sinner turn;
Then Satan has a captive lost,
And Christ a subject born.

But there's an hour of brighter joy,
When he his angels sends
Obstinate rebels to destroy,
And gather in his friends.

O! could I say, without a doubt,
There shall my soul be found,
Then let the great archangel shout,
And the last trumpet sound.


(The end)
Isaac Watts's poem: Hymn 2:113 (The Majesty Of Solomon!)

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