The Divine Perfections. <br /> <br />Great God! thy glories shall employ <br />My holy fear, my humble joy; <br />My lips in songs of honor bring <br />Their tribute to th' eternal King. <br /> <br />[Earth, and the stars, and worlds unknown, <br />Depend precarious on his throne; <br />All nature hangs upon his word, <br />And grace and glory own their Lord.] <br /> <br />[His sovereign power what mortal knows? <br />If be command, who dares oppose? <br />With strength he girds himself around, <br />And treads the rebels to the ground.] <br /> <br />[Who shall pretend to teach him skill, <br />Or guide the counsels of his will? <br />His wisdom, like a sea divine, <br />Flows deep and high beyond our line.] <br /> <br />[His name is holy, and his eye <br />Burns with immortal jealousy <br />He hates the sons of pride, and sheds <br />His fiery vengeance on their heads.] <br /> <br />[The beaming of his piercing sight <br />Bring dark hypocrisy to light; <br />Death and destruction naked lie, <br />And hell uncovered to his eye.] <br /> <br />[Th' eternal law before him stands; <br />His justice, with impartial hands, <br />Divides to all their due reward, <br />Or by the sceptre or the sword.] <br /> <br />[His mercy, like a boundless sea, <br />Washes our load of guilt away; <br />While his own Son came down and died <br />T' engage his justice on our side.] <br /> <br />[Each of his words demands my faith; <br />My soul can rest on all he saith; <br />His truth inviolably keeps <br />The largest promise of his lips.] <br /> <br />O tell me, with a gentle voice, <br />"Thou art my God," and I'll rejoice! <br />Filled with thy love, I dare proclaim <br />The brightest honors of thy name.<br /><br />Isaac Watts<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hymn-167/
