The Divine Perfections.

Great God! thy glories shall employ

My holy fear, my humble joy;

My lips in songs of honor bring

Their tribute to th' eternal King.

[Earth, and the stars, and worlds unknown,

Depend precarious on his throne;

All nature hangs upon his word,

And grace and glory own their Lord.]

[His sovereign power what mortal knows?

If be command, who dares oppose?

With strength he girds himself around,

And treads the rebels to the ground.]

[Who shall pretend to teach him skill,

Or guide the counsels of his will?

His wisdom, like a sea divine,

Flows deep and high beyond our line.]

[His name is holy, and his eye

Burns with immortal jealousy

He hates the sons of pride, and sheds

His fiery vengeance on their heads.]

[The beamings of his piercing sight

Bring dark hypocrisy to light;

Death and destruction naked lie,

And hell uncovered to his eye.]

[Th' eternal law before him stands;

His justice, with impartial hands,

Divides to all their due reward,

Or by the sceptre or the sword.]

[His mercy, like a boundless sea,

Washes our load of guilt away;

While his own Son came down and died

T' engage his justice on our side.]

[Each of his words demands my faith;

My soul can rest on all he saith;

His truth inviolably keeps

The largest promise of his lips.]

O tell me, with a gentle voice,

"Thou art my God," and I'll rejoice!

Filled with thy love, I dare proclaim

The brightest honors of thy name.