Sing to the Lord, ye heavenly hosts
This is an hymn by Isaac Watts, Hymn 62 of Book 2, published 1709. This was written "in a great sudden storm of thunder, August 20, 1697."
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Sing to the Lord, ye heavenly hosts,
And thou, O earth, adore;
Let death and hell through all their coasts
Stand trembling at his power.
His sounding chariot shakes the sky,
He makes the clouds his throne;
There all his stores of lightning lie,
Till vengeance darts them down.
His nostrils breathe out fiery streams
And from his awful tongue
A sovereign voice divides the flames,
And thunder roars along.
Think, O my soul! the dreadful day,
When this incensed God
Shall rend the sky, and burn the sea,
And fling his wrath abroad.
What shall the wretch the sinner do?
He once defied the Lord;
But he shall dread the Thunderer now,
And sink beneath his word.
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