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2 By His mighty fiat made,
Heaven confess'd the sovereign Lord;
Sprang from nothing at His word.
Drawn into a hanging heap ;
Treasures up the boundless deep. 3 Him let all the nations fear,
Him let all the world obey,
Humbly own His awful sway.
He the earth's foundations laid,
God sustains the world He made. 4 Lo! the Lord's all-seeing eye
Watches over them for good,
Trust Him both for life and food :
He in death sustains His own,
Hangs for help on Him alone. 96
C.M. C. Wesley. 1762. DLEST be our everlasting Lord, D Our Father, God, and King ! Thy sovereign goodness we record,
Thy glorious power we sing. 2 By Thee the victory is given ;
The majesty divine, And strength, and might, and earth, and heaven,
And all therein, are Thine. 3 The kingdom, Lord, is Thine alone,
Who dost Thy right maintain, And, high on Thine eternal throne,
O'er men and angels reign.
4 Riches, as seemeth good to Thee,
Thou dost, and honour, give;
Out of Thy hand receive.
Thy greatness to proclaim ; .
And praise Thy glorious name.
Thou dost to us make known ;
L.M. 6 lines. C. Wesley. 1741, M Y heart is fix'd, O God, my heart
M Is fix'd to triumph in Thy grace : (Awake, my lute, and bear a part :)
My glory is to sing Thy praise, Till all Thy nature I partake,
And bright in all Thine image wake.
Thee will I to the world extol,
Thy goodness, Lord, is over all;
Thy faithful mercies never end. 3 Be Thou exalted, Lord, above
The highest names in earth or heaven; Let angels sing Thy glorious love,
And bless the Name to sinners given ; All earth and heaven their King proclaim ;
Bow every knee to Jesu's name ! 4 Thee, Jesus, King of kings, and Lord
Of lords, I glory to proclaim ; From age to age Thy praise record,
That all the world may learn Thy Name ; And all shall soon Thy grace adore, When time and sin shall be no more.
J. WESLEY. 1739.
Thee to perfection who can know?
Thy countless attributes to show ? 2 Unfathomable depths Thou art !
O plunge me in Thy mercy's sea ;
With love embrace and cover me! 3 (While Thee, all-infinite, I set
By faith before my ravish'd eye,
O’erpower'd I sink, I faint, I die.) 4 Eternity Thy fountain was,
Which, like Thee, no beginning knew ;
Ere glow'd with stars the ethereal blue. 5 Greatness unspeakable is Thine,
Greatness, whose undiminish'd ray,
When earth and heaven are fled away. 6 Unchangeable, all-perfect Lord,
Essential life's unbounded sea,
It lives, and moves, and is from Thee! 7 Thy parent-hand, Thy forming skill,
Firm fix'd this universal chain ;
Had held his unmolested reign. 8 Whate'er in earth, or sea, or sky,
Or shuns, or meets the wandering thought, Escapes or strikes the searching eye,
By Thee was to perfection brought! 9 High is Thy power above all height;
Whate'er Thy will decrees is done :
Thy wisdom, equal to Thy might,
Only to Thee, O God, is known! 10 Heaven's glory is Thy awful throne,
Yet earth partakes Thy gracious sway :
Lost is thy reason's feeble ray. 11 What our dim eye could never see,
· Is plain and naked to Thy sight What thickest darkness veils, to Thee
Shines clearly as the morning light. 12 In light Thou dwell'st; light that no shade,
No variation, ever knew ;
And open to Thy piercing view.
From the German of E. LANGE. MHOU, true and only God, lead'st forth
The' immortal armies of the sky; Thou laugh’st to scorn the gods of earth,
Thou thunderest, and amazed they fly! 2 With downcast eye the angelic choir
Appear before Thy awful face; Trembling they strike the golden lyre,
And through heaven's vault resound Thy praise. 3 In earth, in heaven, in all Thou art ;
The conscious creature feels Thy nod, Whose forming hand on every part
Impress'd the image of its God. 4 Thine, Lord, is wisdom, Thine alone :
Justice and truth before Thee stand : Yet, nearer to Thy sacred throne,
Mercy withholds Thy lifted hand. 5 Each evening shows Thy tender love,
Each rising morn Thy plenteous grace ; Thy waken'd wrath doth slowly move,
Thy willing mercy flies apace !
6 To Thy benign, indulgent care,
Father, this light, this breath we owe:
From Thee, great Source of Being, flow. 7 Parent of Good, Thy bounteous hand
Incessant blessings down distils,
With plenteous food and gladness fills. 8 All things in Thee live, move, and are ;
Thy power infused doth all sustain;
Who thankless spurn Thy easy reign. 9 Thy sun, Thou bidst his genial ray
Alike on all impartial pour;
Thou bidst descend the fruitful shower. 10 Yet while, at length, who scorn'd Thy might
Shall feel Thee a consuming fire,
Of those who to Thy love aspire !
Ye hosts that to His court belong,
Awake the everlasting song !
The power omnipotent is Thine;
C.M. 8. WESLEY, JUN. 1736.
Whom none can comprehend !
Whom angels dimly see;
And foremost of the Three.