The Stennetts of England - Joseph Stennett - Hymn Poems

My soul, let all thy nobler powers

My soul, let all thy nobler powers,
   And faculties combine
Awake my tongue, and to my thoughts
   Thy tuneful numbers join.

All that's within me, bids and praise
   My Saviour and my king:
When he's the subject of the long,
   Who can forbear to sing?

Holy and reverend is his name;
   How glorious, and how sweet!
All greatness, and all goodness too
   I'th' name of JESUS meet:

A name vile men shall one day dread,
   As now the devils fear:
A name the heavenly hosts adore,
   To pardon'd sinners dear;

Most dear to them by strongest ties
   Of his redeeming love,
Which by a thousand torments try'd,
   Did ever constant prove.

Tho death and hell unite their powers
   T' oppose his enterprise;
The spotless lamb resolves to fall
   A willing sacrifice.

So conquering sin, and death, and hell,
   In glory did arise,
And in bright triumph loon ascend
   His throne above the skies.

Thence in due time he will return,
   With a celestial train,
Of saints and angels, who shall sing
   The wonders of his reign.

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