A Pocket Hymn Book ‎#CCXVII

CCXVII. Almighty Maker, God

1 Almighty Maker God,
How glorious is thy name,
Thy wonders now diffus'd abroad,
Throughout creations frame?

2 In native white and red
The rose and lily stand,
And free from pride their beauties spread,
To shew thy skilful hand.

3 The lark mounts up the sky,
With unambitious song,
And bears her Maker's praise on high
Upon her artless tongue.

4 Fain would I rise and sing
To my Creator too;
Fain would my heart adore my King,
And give him praises due.

5 But pride, that busy sin,
Spoils all that I perform,
Curs'd pride that creeps securely in,
And swells a haughty worm.

6 Thy glories I abate,
Or praise thee with design,
Part of thy favours I forget,
Or think the merit mine.

7 Create my soul anew,
Else all my worship's vain;
This wretched heart will ne'er prove true
Till it be form'd again.

8 Descend, celestial fire,
And seize me from above!
Wrap me in flames of pure desire,
And sacrifice to love.

9 Let joy and worship spend
The remnant of my days,
And to my God my soul ascend
In sweet perfumes of praise.

Text Information

• First Line: Almighty Maker, God
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1791
• Topic: Praise

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