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WATTS. God incomprehensible. 1 CAN creatures to perfection find

The eternal, uncreated mind?
Or can the largest stretch of thought

Measure and search his nature out ?
2 'Tis high as heaven, 'tis deep as hell ;

And what can mortals know or tell ?
His glory spreads beyond the sky,

And all the shining worlds on high. 3 God is a King of power unknown;

Firm are the orders of his throne;
If he resolve, who dare oppose,

Or ask him why or what he does ? 4 He frowns, and darkness veils the moon;

The fainting sun grows dim at noon;
The pillars of heaven's starry roof

Tremble and start at his reproof. 5 These are a portion of his ways;

But who shall dare describe his face ?
Who can endure his light, or stand
To hear the thunders of his hand ?

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Kippis. To the unknown God. 1 GREAT God, in vain man's narrow view

Attempts to look thy nature through ;
Our laboring powers with reverence own
Thy glories never can be known,

2 Not the high seraph's mighty thought,

Who countless years his God has sought,
Such wondrous height or depth can find,

Or fully trace thy boundless mind.
3 Yet, Lord, thy kindness deigns to show

Enough for mortal minds to know;
While wisdom, goodness, power divine,

Through all thy works and conduct shine. 4 0, may our souls with rapture trace

Thy works of nature and of grace ;
Explore thy sacred name, and still
Press on to know and do thy will.

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WATTS. Searching after God. 1 MY God, I love and I adore ;

But souls that love would know thee more :
Wilt thou forever hide, and stand

Behind the labors of thy hand ?
2 Thy hand, unseen, sustains the poles

On which this huge creation rolls;
The starry arch proclaims thy power;

Thy pencil glows in every flower. 3 Across the waves, around the sky,

There's not a spot, or deep or high,
Where the Creator has not trod,

And left the footstep of a God.
4 Fain would I trace the immortal way,

That leads to courts of endless day,
Where the Creator stands confessed,
In his own fairest glories dressed.

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WATTS. The divine Glories above our Reason. 1 HOW wondrous great, how glorious bright,

Must our Creator be,
Who dwells amidst the dazzling light

Of vast infinity!
2 Our reason stretches all its wings,

And climbs above the skies ;
But still how far beneath thy feet

Our groveling reason lies !
3 Lord, here we bend our humble souls,

And awfully adore ;
For the weak pinions of our mind

Can stretch a thought no more. 4 In humble notes our faith adores

The great, mysterious King;
While angels strain their nobler powers,

And sweep the immortal string.

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WATTS.
Worshipping with Fear.
1 CELESTIAL King, our spirits lie

Trembling beneath thy feet,
And wish, and cast a longing eye,

To reach thy lofty seat.
2 In thee what endless wonders meet!

What various glories shine!
The crossing rays too fiercely beat

Upon our fainting mind.

3 Angels are lost in sweet surprise,

If thou unveil thy grace ; And humble awe runs through the skies,

When wrath arrays thy face.

4 Created powers, how weak they be!

How short our praises fall ! So much akin to nothing we,

And thou the Eternal All.

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Watts.

God exalted above all Praise.

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1 ETERNAL Power! whose high abode

Becomes the grandeur of a God;
Infinite length beyond the bounds,
Where stars revolve their little rounds.

2 Lord, what shall earth and ashes do?

We would adore our Maker too;
From sin and dust to thee we cry,

The Great, the Holy, and the High. 3 Earth from afar has heard thy fame,

And worms have learned to lisp thy name;
But, O, the glories of thy mind
Leave all our soaring thoughts behind.

4 God is in heaven, and men below;

Be short our tunes, our words be few;
A sacred reverence checks our songs,
And praise sits silent on our tongues.

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JERVIS.

The Attributes of God our Confidence.

1 GREAT God, thine attributes divine,

Thy glorious works and ways,
The wonders of thy power and might,

The universe displays.
2 In safety may thy children rest

On thy sustaining arm,
Extended still, and strong to save

From danger and alarm.
3 0, may thy gracious presence, Lord,

Chase anxious fears away ;
Amidst the ruins of the world,

Our guardian and our stay!

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