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Psalm 97:1 First Part (he Reigns; The Lord, The Saviour Reigns) Post by :Paul_Pearce Category :Poems Author :Isaac Watts Date :August 2011 Read :3323

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Psalm 97:1 First Part (he Reigns; The Lord, The Saviour Reigns)

Psalm 97:1. 1-5. First Part.
Christ reigning in heaven, and coming to judgment.

He reigns; the Lord, the Saviour reigns;
Praise him in evangelic strains;
Let the whole earth in songs rejoice,
And distant islands join their voice.

Deep are his counsels and unknown;
But grace and truth support his throne:
Tho' gloomy clouds his ways surround,
Justice is their eternal ground.

In robes of judgment, lo! he comes,
Shakes the wide earth, and cleaves the tombs;
Before him burns devouring fire,
The mountains melt, the seas retire.

His enemies, with sore dismay,
Fly from the sight, and shun the day;
Then lift your heads, ye saints, on high,
And sing, for your redemption's nigh.

(The end)
Isaac Watts's poem: Psalm 97:1 First Part (He Reigns; The Lord, The Saviour Reigns)

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