Joy in the Prospect of Heaven. Ps. 48. 14
I. Watts S.M.
1
The God that rules on high,
And thunders when he please;
That rides upon the stormy sky,
And manages the seas;
2
This awful God is ours,
Our Father and our love;
He shall send down his heavenly powers,
To carry us above.
3
There shall we see his face,
And never, never sin;
There, from the rivers of his grace,
Drink endless pleasures in.
