Hymn 2:37 [Lift Up Your Eyes To Th' Heavenly Seats]

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Title:     Hymn 2:37 [Lift Up Your Eyes To Th' Heavenly Seats]
Author: Isaac Watts [More Titles by Watts]

The same.

Lift up your eyes to th' heavenly seats
Where your Redeemer stays;
Kind intercessor, there he sits,
And loves, and pleads, and prays.

'Twas well, my soul he dy'd for thee,
And shed his vital blood,
Appeas'd stern justice on the tree,
And then arose to God.

Petitions now and praise may rise,
And saints their offerings bring,
The priest with his own sacrifice
Presents them to the King.

[Let Papists trust what names they please,
Their saints and angels boast;
We've no such advocates as these,
Nor pray to th' heavenly host.]

Jesus alone shall bear my cries
Up to his Father's throne,
He, dearest Lord! perfumes my sighs,
And sweetens every groan.

[Ten thousand praises to the King,
Hosanna in the highest;
Ten thousand thanks our spirits bring
To God and to his Christ.]

[The end]
Isaac Watts's poem: Hymn 2:37 [lift Up Your Eyes To Th' Heavenly Seats]

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