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Psalm 147:3 (with Songs And Honours Sounding Loud) Post by :39364 Category :Poems Author :Isaac Watts Date :August 2011 Read :2912

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Psalm 147:3 (with Songs And Honours Sounding Loud)

Psalm 147:3. 7-9 13-18. C. M.
The seasons of the year.

With songs and honours sounding loud
Address the Lord on high;
Over the heavens he spreads his cloud,
And waters veil the sky.

He sends his showers of blessing down
To cheer the plains below;
He makes the grass the mountains crown,
And corn in vallies grow.

He gives the grazing ox his meat,
He hears the ravens cry;
But man, who tastes his finest wheat,
Should raise his honours high.

His steady counsels change the face
Of the declining year;
He bids the sun cut short his race,
And wintry days appear.

His hoary frost, his fleecy snow
Descend and clothe the ground;
The liquid streams forbear to flow,
In icy fetters bound.

When from his dreadful stores on high
He pours the rattling hail,
The wretch that dares this God defy
Shall find his courage fail.

He sends his word and melts the snow,
The fields no longer mourn;
He calls the warmer gales to blow,
And bids the spring return.

The changing wind, the flying cloud,
Obey his mighty word:
With songs and honours sounding loud,
Praise ye the sovereign Lord.

(The end)
Isaac Watts's poem: Psalm 147:3 (With Songs And Honours Sounding Loud)

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