1 Up to the Lord, that reigns on high,
And views the nations from afar,
Let everlasting praises fly,
And tell how large his bounties are.
2 [He that can shake the worlds he made,
Or with his word, or with his rod;
His goodness, how amazing great;
And what a condescending God!]
3 God, that must stoop to view the skies,
And bow to see what angels do,
Down to our earth he casts his eyes,
And bends his footsteps downwards too.]
4 He over-rules all mortal things,
And manages our mean affairs;
On humble souls the King of kings
Bestows his counsels and his cares.
5 Our sorrows and our tears we pour
Into the bosom of our God:
He hears us in the mournful hour,
And helps us bear the heavy load.
6 In vain might lofty princes try
Such condescension to perform!
For worms were never rais'd so high
Above their meanest fellow-worm.
7 O could our thankful hearts devise
A tribute equal to thy grace,
To the third heav'n our songs should rise,
And teach the golden harps thy praise.
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First Line: | Up to the Lord, that reigns on high |
Title: | God's condescension to human affairs |
Meter: | L. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1793 |