Great God, thy Glories shall employ

Great God! thy Glories shall employ My holy Fear, my humble Joy; My Lips in Songs of Honour bring Their Tribute to th' Eternal King.

[2 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.]

[3 His sov'reign Pow'r what Mortal knows? If be command, who dares oppose? With Strength he girds himself around, And treads the Rebels to the Ground.]

[4 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.]

[5 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.]

[6 The Beamings of his piercing Sight Bring dark Hypocrisy to Light; Death and Destruction naked lie, And Hell uncover'd to his Eye.]

[7 Th' eternal Kaw before him stands; His Justice, with impartial Hands, Divides to all their due Reward, Or by the Sceptre. or the Wword.]

[8 His Mercy, like a boundless Sea, Washes our Load of Guilt away; While his own Son came down and dy'd T' engage his Justice on our Side.]

[9 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.]

Oh, tell me, with a gentle Voice, Thou art my God, and I'll rejoice! Fill'd with thy Love, I dare proclaim The brightest Honours of thy Name.