Isaac Watts, 1674-1748
Now be my heart inspired to sing|
The glories of my Savior King,
Jesus the Lord; how heav'nly fair
His form! how bright his beauties are!
2. O'er all the sons of human race
3. Dress thee in arms, most mighty Lord,
4. Thine anger, like a pointed dart,|
Shall pierce the foes of stubborn heart;
Or words of mercy, kind and sweet,
Shall melt the rebels at thy feet.
5. Thy throne, O God, for ever stands,
6. God, thine own God, has richly shed
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