Arise, my gracious God |
Isaac Watts, 1674-1748
Arise, my gracious God, And make the wicked flee; They are but thy chastising rod, To drive thy saints to thee.
2. Behold, the sinner dies, | 3. Then let his pride advance, And boast of all his store; The Lord is my inheritance, My soul can wish no more.
4. I shall behold the face |
5. There's a new heav'n begun, When I awake from death, Dressed in the likeness of thy Son, And draw immortal breath. |