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PSALM 135

C. M.

Praise due to God, not to idols.

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Awake, ye saints; to praise your King,

Your sweetest passions raise,

Your pious pleasure, while you sing,

Increasing with the praise.

Great is the Lord, and works unknown

Are his divine employ;

But still his saints are near his throne,

His treasure and his joy.

Heav'n, earth, and sea confess his hand;

He bids the vapors rise;

Lightning and storm at his command

Sweep through the sounding skies.

All power that gods or kings have claimed

Is found with him alone

But heathen gods should ne'er be named

Where our Jehovah's known.

Which of the stocks or stones they trust

Can give them showers of rain?

In vain they worship glitt'ring dust,

And pray to gold in vain.

[Their gods have tongues that cannot talk,

Such as their makers gave;

Their feet were ne'er designed to walk,

Nor hands have power to save.

Blind are their eyes, their ears are deaf,

Nor hear when mortals pray;

Mortals that wait for their relief

Are blind and deaf as they.]

O Britain, know thy living God,

Serve him with faith and fear;

He makes thy churches his abode,

And claims thine honors there.

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