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Hymn 3:25 (how Are Thy Glories Here Display'd) Post by :susan_gundu Category :Poems Author :Isaac Watts Date :August 2011 Read :907

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Hymn 3:25 (how Are Thy Glories Here Display'd)

Divine glories, and our graces.

How are thy glories here display'd,
Great God, how bright they shine,
While at thy word we break the bread,
And pour the flowing wine!

Here thy revenging justice stands
And pleads its dreadful cause;
Here saving mercy spreads her hands
Like Jesus on the cross.

Thy saints attend with every grace
On this great sacrifice;
And love appears with cheerful face,
And faith with fixed eyes.

Our hope in waiting posture sits,
To heaven directs her sight;
Here every warmer passion meets,
And warmer powers unite.

Zeal and revenge perform their part,
And rising sin destroy;
Repentance comes with aching heart,
Yet not forbids the joy.

Dear Saviour, change our faith to sight,
Let sin for ever die;
Then shall our souls be all delight,
And every tear be dry.

(The end)
Isaac Watts's poem: Hymn 3:25 (How Are Thy Glories Here Display'd)

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