1 Great God, how infinite art Thou!
How frail and weak are we!
Let the whole race of creatures bow,
And pay their praise 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 Nature and time all open lie
To Thine immense survey,
From the formation of the sky
To the last awful day.
4 Eternity, with all its years,
Stands present in Thy view;
To Thee there’s nothing old appears,
To Thee there’s nothing new.
5 Our lives through various scenes are drawn,
And vex'd with trifling cares;
While Thine eternal thought moves on
Thine undisturb'd affairs.
6 Great God, how infinite art Thou!
How frail and weak are w!
Let the whole race of creatures bow
And pay their praise to Thee.
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First Line: | Great God, how infinite art Thou! |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1870 |
Topic: | God: Eternal and Unchangeable; Majesty of God; Wisdom of God |
Notes: | Author from index: Watts |