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Post by :Skydragn
Category :Poems
Author :Isaac Watts
Date :August 2011
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Click below to download : Psalm 98:1 First Part (to Our Almighty Maker, God) (Format : PDF)
Psalm 98:1 First Part (to Our Almighty Maker, God)
Praise for the gospel.
To our almighty Maker, God,
New honours be address'd;
his great salvation shines abroad,
And makes the nations blest.
He spake the word to Abraham first,
His truth fulfils the grace:
The Gentiles make his Name their trust,
And learn his righteousness.
Let the whole earth his love proclaim
With all her different tongues;
And spread the honours of his Name
In melody and songs.
(The end)
Isaac Watts's poem: Psalm 98:1 First Part To Our Almighty Maker, God)
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