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Isaac Watts - Hymn 166
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The Divine Perfections.
How shall I praise th' eternal God,
That infinite Unknown?
Who can ascend his high abode,
Or venture near his throne?
[The great Invisible! he dwells
Concealed in dazzling light;
But his all-searching eye reveals
The secrets of the night.
Those watchful eyes that never sleep
Survey the world around
His wisdom is a boundless deep
Where all our thoughts are drowned.]
[Speak we of strength? his arm is strong
To save or to destroy;
Infinite years his life prolong,
And endless is his joy.]
[He knows no shadow of a change
Nor alters his decrees;
Firm as a rock his truth remains
To guard his promises.]
[Sinners before his presence die;
How holy is his name!
His anger and his jealousy
Burn like devouring flame.]
Justice upon a dreadful throne
Maintains the rights of God;
While Mercy sends her pardons down,
Bought with a Savior's blood.
Now to my soul, immortal King!
Speak some forgiving word;
Then 'twill be double joy to sing
The glories of my Lord.
Isaac Watts
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hymn-166/
How shall I praise th' eternal God,
That infinite Unknown?
Who can ascend his high abode,
Or venture near his throne?
[The great Invisible! he dwells
Concealed in dazzling light;
But his all-searching eye reveals
The secrets of the night.
Those watchful eyes that never sleep
Survey the world around
His wisdom is a boundless deep
Where all our thoughts are drowned.]
[Speak we of strength? his arm is strong
To save or to destroy;
Infinite years his life prolong,
And endless is his joy.]
[He knows no shadow of a change
Nor alters his decrees;
Firm as a rock his truth remains
To guard his promises.]
[Sinners before his presence die;
How holy is his name!
His anger and his jealousy
Burn like devouring flame.]
Justice upon a dreadful throne
Maintains the rights of God;
While Mercy sends her pardons down,
Bought with a Savior's blood.
Now to my soul, immortal King!
Speak some forgiving word;
Then 'twill be double joy to sing
The glories of my Lord.
Isaac Watts
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hymn-166/
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