Psalm CXXXV. Common Metre. Praise to the true and living God

Awake, ye saints, to praise your king Your noblest passions raise; The pious pleasure while you sing Increasing with the praise.

Great is the Lord, and works of might His majesty declare; But still his saints are near his sight, And find a parent's care.

Heaven, earth and sea confess his hand He bids the vapours rise; Lightning and storm at his command Sweep thro' the vaulted skies.

All power that Kings or Gods have claim'd Is found with him alone: But heathen Gods should nee'r be nam'd Where our Jehovah's known.

Which of the stocks or stones they trust Can give them showers of rain? In vain they pray to glittering dust, And worship gold in vain.

But ye who know the living GOD, Serve him with holy fear; He makes his church his blest abode And claims your homage here.