God's condescension to human affairs. <br /> <br />Up to the Lord, that reigns on high, <br />And views the nations from afar, <br />Let everlasting praises fly, <br />And tell how large his bounties are. <br /> <br />[He that can shake the worlds he made, <br />Or with his word, or with his rod, <br />His goodness, how amazing great! <br />And what a condescending God!] <br /> <br />[God, that must stoop to view the skies, <br />And bow to see what angels do, <br />Down to our earth he casts his eyes, <br />And bends his footsteps downwards too.] <br /> <br />He overrules all mortal things, <br />And manages our mean affairs; <br />On humble souls the King of kings <br />Bestows his counsels and his cares. <br /> <br />Our sorrows and our tears we pour <br />Into the bosom of our God; <br />He hears us in the mournful hour, <br />And helps us bear the heavy load. <br /> <br />In vain might lofty princes try <br />Such condescension to perform; <br />For worms were never raised so high <br />Above their meanest fellow worm. <br /> <br />O could our thankful hearts devise <br />A tribute equal to thy grace, <br />To the third heav'n our songs should rise, <br />And teach the golden harps thy praise.<br /><br />Isaac Watts<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hymn-46/
