Grace and glory. <br /> <br />Th' Almighty reigns exalted high <br />O'er all the earth, o'er all the sky; <br />Though clouds and darkness veil his feet, <br />His dwelling is the mercy-seat. <br /> <br />O ye that love his holy name, <br />Hate every work of sin and shame; <br />He guards the souls of all his friends, <br />And from the snares of hell defends. <br /> <br />Immortal light and joys unknown <br />Are for the saints in darkness sown <br />Those glorious seeds shall spring and rise, <br />And the bright harvest bless our eyes. <br /> <br />Rejoice, ye righteous, and record <br />The sacred honors of the Lord: <br />None but the soul that feels his grace <br />Can triumph in his holiness.<br /><br />Isaac Watts<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/psalm-97-part-3/
