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Ye sons of Zion, praise the Lord
Hymnal: A New Selection of Hymns; designed for the use of conference meetings, private circles, and congregations, as a supplement to Dr. Watts' Psalms and Hymns #375 (1812) Hymnal Title: A New Selection of Hymns; designed for the use of conference meetings, private circles, and congregations, as a supplement to Dr. Watts' Psalms and Hymns Languages: English
Ye sons of Zion, praise the Lord
Psalm CXLVI
Hymnal: Poems on Subjects Chiefly Devotional, Vol. 2 #247 (1760) Hymnal Title: Poems on Subjects Chiefly Devotional, Vol. 2 First Line: Ye sons of Zion, praise the Lord Lyrics:
I. Ye sons of Zion, praise the Lord,
Come tune your songs in sweet accord;
Awake my soul, awake and join
The sacred hymn, in notes divine.
II. The praises of my God, my king,
(While I have life or breath to sing,)
Shall fill my heart, and tune my tongue,
'Till heav'n improve the blissful song.
III. No more in princes vainly trust,
Frail sons of earth; man is but dust!
With all his pride, with all his pow'r,
The helpless creature of an hour.
IV. He breathes, he thinks, but ah, he dies
No more the potent, or the wife;
The scheme his morning thoughts begun,
Sinks down before the setting sun.
V. Happy the man, whose hopes divine
On Israel's guardian God recline!
Who can with sacred transport say,
This God is mine, my help, my stay.
VI. Heav'n, earth and sea declare his name;
He built and fill'd their spacious frame;
But o'er creation's fairest lines
His steadfast truth unchanging shines.
VII. His justice favours those who mourn,
Beneath the proud oppressor's scorn;
The hungry poor his hand sustains,
And breaks the wretched captive's chains.
VIII. To sightless eyes, long clos'd in night,
His touch restores the joys of light;
Poor mourners rais'd confess his care,
He loves the humble and sincere.
IX. If wand'ring strangers friendless roam,
Divine protection is their home;
The Lord relieves the widow's cares,
And dries the weeping orphan's tears.
X. But vengeance waits the impious race
Who hate his laws, and scorn his grace;
Their ways to sure destruction tend,
And all their hopes in ruin end.
XI. The Lord shall reign for ever king,
And age to age his glory sing;
Thy God, O happy Zion, reigns,
Resound his praise in joyful strains. Scripture: Psalm 146 Languages: English
Psalm CXLVI
