1 How shall I praise th' eternal God,
That infinite Unknown!
Who can ascend his high abode,
Or venture near his throne!
2 [The great invisible! he dwells
Conceal'd in dazzling light;
But his all-searching eye reveals
The secrets of the night.
3 Those watchful eyes that never sleep,
Survey the world around!
His wisdom is a boundless deep,
Where all our thoughts are drown'd.]
4 [Speak we of Strength? his arm is strong,
To save or to destroy;
Infinite years his life prolong,
And endless is his joy.]
5 [He knows no shadow of a change,
Nor alters his decrees;
Firm as a rock his truth remains,
To guard his promises.]
6 [Sinners before his presence die;
How holy is his name!
His anger and his jealousy
Burn like devouring flame.]
7 Justice upon a dreadful throne
Maintains the rights of God,
While Mercy sends her pardons down
Bought with a Saviour's blood.
8Now to my soul, immortal King!
Speak some forgiving word;
Then 'twill be double joy to sing
The glories of my Lord.
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First Line: | How shall I praise th' eternal God |
Title: | The divine perfection |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1793 |