| Text: | Joy in the Prospect of Heaven |
| Author: | Watts |
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.
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| First Line: | The God that rules on high |
| Title: | Joy in the Prospect of Heaven |
| Author: | Watts |
| Meter: | S. M. |
| Language: | English |
| Publication Date: | 1844 |