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Psalm 97:3. Third Part (th' Almighty Reigns Exalted High) Post by :QuantumSoul Category :Poems Author :Isaac Watts Date :August 2011 Read :2545

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Psalm 97:3. Third Part (th' Almighty Reigns Exalted High)

Grace and glory.


Th' Almighty reigns exalted high
O'er all the earth, o'er all the sky,
Tho' clouds and darkness veil his feet,
His dwelling is the mercy-seat.

O ye that love his holy Name,
Hate every work of sin and shame;
He guards the souls of all his friends,
And from the snares of hell defends.

Immortal light and joys unknown
Are for the saints in darkness sown;
Those glorious seeds shall spring and rise,
And the bright harvest bless our eyes.

Rejoice, ye righteous, and record
The sacred honours of the Lord;
None but the soul that feels his grace
Can triumph in his holiness.


(The end)
Isaac Watts's poem: Psalm 97:3. Third Part (Th' Almighty Reigns Exalted High)

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