Hail, Abraham's God and ours!
We join the heavenly lays,
And celebrate with all our powers
His endless praise.
211 Heb. 1. 10-12.
REAT God, how infinite art Thou!
What worthless worms are we!
Let the whole race of creatures bow,
And pay their praise to Thee.
2 Thy throne eternal ages stood,
Ere seas or stars were made;
Thou art the ever-living God,
Were all the nations dead.
3 Nature and time quite naked lie
To Thine immense survey,
From the formation of the sky
To the great burning day.
4 Eternity, with all its years,
Stands present in Thy view;
To Thee there's nothing old appears;
Great God, there's nothing new.
5 Our lives through various scenes are drawn, And vex'd with trifling cares,
While Thine eternal thought moves on
Thine undisturb'd affairs.
6 Great God, how infinite art Thou!
What worthless worms are we !
Let the whole race of creatures bow,
And pay their praise to Thee.
1 ISE, rise, my soul, and leave the ground, Stretch all thy thoughts abroad,
And rouse up every tuneful sound,
To praise th' Eternal God.
2 Long ere the lofty skies were spread,
Jehovah fill'd His throne;
Ere man was form'd or angels made,
The Maker liv'd alone.
3 His boundless years can ne'er decrease,
But still maintain their prime;
Eternity's His dwelling-place,
And ever is His time.
4 While like a tide our minutes flow,
The present and the past,
He fills His own immortal now,
And sees our ages waste.
1 LORD, we are blind, we mortals blind,
We can't behold Thy bright abode ;
O 'tis beyond a creature mind
To glance a thought half way to God.
2 Infinite leagues beyond the sky
The great Eternal reigns alone,
Where neither wings nor souls can fly,
Nor angels climb the topless throne.
3 The Lord of glory builds His seat
Of gems insufferably bright,
And lays beneath His sacred feet
Substantial beams of gloomy night.
4 Yet, glorious Lord, Thy gracious eyes
Look through and cheer us from above;
Beyond our praise Thy grandeur flies,
Yet we adore, and yet we love.
214 Psalm cii. 27. L. M. DODDRIDGE
REAT Former of this various frame,
Gr our souls adore Thine awful name,
And bow and tremble while they praise
The Ancient of eternal days.
2 Before Thine infinite survey,
Creation rose as yesterday;
And as to-morrow shall Thine eye
See earth and stars in ruin lie.
3 Beyond the highest angel's sight,
Thou dwellest in eternal light,
Which shines with undiminish'd ray,
While suns and systems waste away.
4 Our days a transient period run,
And change with every circling sun;
And while to lengthen'd years we trust,
Before the moth we sink to dust.
5 But let the creatures fall around;
Let death consign us to the ground;
Let the last general flame arise,
And melt the arches of the skies;
6 Calm as the summer's ocean, we
Can all the wreck of nature see;
While grace secures us an abode
Unshaken as the throne of God.
TOW wondrous great, how glorious
bright,
Must our Creator be,
Who dwells amidst the dazzling light
Of vast infinity!
2 Our soaring spirits upwards rise
Toward the celestial throne;
Fain would we see the blessed Three,
And the Almighty One.
3 Our reason stretches all its wings,
And climbs above the skies;
But still how far beneath Thy feet
Our grovelling reason lies.
4 Lord, here we bend our humble souls,
And awfully adore,
For the weak pinions of our minds
Can stretch a thought no more.
5 Thy glories infinitely rise
Above our labouring tongue; In vain the highest seraph tries To form an equal song.
6 In humble notes our faith adores The great mysterious King,
While angels strain their nobler powers, And sweep the immortal string.
H That Infinite Unknown?
[OW shall I praise th' Eternal God,
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 He knows no shadow of a change,
Nor alters His decrees;
Firm as a rock His truth remains,
To guard His promises.
5 Now to my soul, immortal King,
Speak some forgiving word;
Then 'twill be double joy to sing
The glories of my Lord.
EHOVAH reigns, His throne is high,
His robes are light and majesty;
His glory shines with beams so bright,
No mortal can sustain the sight.
2 His terrors keep the world in awe;
His justice guards His holy law ;
His love reveals a smiling face;
His truth and promise seal the grace.
3 Through all His works His wisdom shines, And baffles Satan's deep designs;
His power is sovereign to fulfil
The noblest counsels of His will.
4 And will this glorious Lord descend
To be my Father and my Friend?
Then let my songs with angels join;
Heaven is secure, if God be mine.
Psalm xcix. 1, 2. 148th M. WATTS. 1 THE Lord Jehovah reigns,
His throne is built on high:
The garments He assumes
Are light and majesty:
His glories shine with beams so bright,
No mortal eye can bear the sight.
The thunders of His hand
Keep the wide world in awe;
His wrath and justice stand
To guard His holy law :
And where His love resolves to bless,
His truth confirms and seals the grace.
Through all His ancient works
Surprising wisdom shines,
Confounds the powers of hell,
And breaks their dark designs.
Strong is His arm, and shall fulfil
His great decrees, His sovereign will.
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