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Psalm 150 (in God's Own House Pronounce His Praise) Post by :Ronnie Category :Poems Author :Isaac Watts Date :August 2011 Read :1827

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Psalm 150 (in God's Own House Pronounce His Praise)

Psalm 150. 1 2 6
A song of praise.

In God's own house pronounce his praise,
His grace he there reveals;
To heaven your joy and wonder raise,
For there his glory dwells.

Let all your sacred passions move,
While you rehearse his deeds;
But the great work of saving love
Your highest praise exceeds.

All that have motion, life, and breath,
Proclaim your Maker blest;
Yet when my voice expires in death,
My soul shall praise him best.

(The end)
Isaac Watts's poem: Psalm 150 In God's Own House Pronounce His Praise)

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If I could make a pillow for your head, Soft, pleasant, filled with every pretty thought; If I could lay a carpet where you tread Of all my life's most radiant fancies wrought, And spread my love as canopy above you, Your sleep, your steps should know how much I love you. But--as life goes, to the old sorry tune-- I stand apart, I see thorns wound your feet, Your sleeping eyes resenting sun and moon, Your head lie restless on a breast unmeet-- And say no word, and suffer without

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O WEARY night, O weary day, When heart's delight is far away! What is the day? A frame of blue The vacant-glaring sun grins through. What is the night? A sable veil Through which the moon peers tired and pale. O weary day! O weary night! How far away is heart's delight! Love hung the sun in his high place To give me light to see her face, And love spread out the veil of night To hide us two from all men's sight. O kindly night, O pleasant