112. C. M. Watts. Infinity of God. 1 Great God, how infinite art thou! How weak and frail are we! Let the whole race of creatures bow, And homage pay to thee. 2 Thy throne eternal ages stood, Ere earth or heaven was made; Thou art the ever-living God, Were all the nations dead. 3 Eternity, with all its years, Stands present in thy view; To thee there's nothing old appears, Great God, there's nothing new. 4 Our lives through varying scenes are drawn, And vexed with trifling cares, While thine eternal thought moves on Thine undisturbed affairs.
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