1 The Lord, how wond'rous are his Ways!
How firm his Truth! how large his Grace!
He takes his Mercy for his Throne,
And thence he makes his Glories known.
2 Not half so high his Pow'r hath spread
The starry Heav'ns above our Head,
As his rich Love exceeds our Praise,
Exceeds the highest Hopes we raise.
3 Not half so far hath Nature plac'd
The rising Morning from the West,
As his forgiving Grace removes
The daily Guilt of those he loves.
4 How slowly doth his Wrath arise!
On swifter Wings Salvation flies;
And if he lets his Anger burn,
How soon his Frowns to Pity turn!
5 Amidst his Wrath Compassion shines;
His Strokes are lighter than our Sins;
And while his Rod corrects his Saints,
His Ear indulges their Complaints.
6 So Fathers their young Sons chastise
With gentle Hands and melting Eyes;
The Children weep beneath the Smart,
And move the Pity of their Heart.
Pause.
7 The mighty GOD, the Wise and Just,
Knows that our Frame is feeble Dust;
And will no heavy Loads impose
Beyond the Strength that he bestows.
8 He knows how soon our Nature dies,
Blasted by ev'ry Wind that flies;
Like Grass we spring, and die as soon,
As Morning Flow'rs that fade at Noon.
9 But his eternal Love is sure
To all the Saints, and shall endure:
From Age to Age his Truth shall reign,
Nor Children's Children hope in vain.
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First Line: | The Lord, how wond'rous are his Ways! |
Meter: | Long Metre |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1740 |
Scripture: | |
Topic: | Afflicted: gentle; Angels: praise the Lord; Compassion of God(5 more...) |
Notes: | Now Public Domain. |