Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David ‎#XX

XX. Election, sovereign and free

1 The potter moulds the pliant clay,
And forms to various shapes with ease;
Such is our God, and such are we,
The subjects of his high decrees.

2 May not the sovereign Lord on high
Dispense his favours as he will,
Choose some to life, while others die,
And yet bd just and gracious still?

3 Shall man reply against the Lord,
And call his Maker's ways unjust,
The thunder of whose dreadful word
Can crush a thousand worlds to dust?

4 But, O my soul, if truth so bright
Should dazzle and confound thy sight,
Yet still his written will obey
And wait the great decisive day.

5 Then shall he make his justice known,
And the whole world, before his throne,
With joy or terror, shall confess
His sovereign power and pardoning grace.

Text Information

• First Line: The potter moulds the pliant clay
• Title: Election, sovereign and free
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1787
• Scripture:
  Romans 9:21

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