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XIV. The Grace of God; or, Divine Condescension

1 When the eternal bows the skies,
To visit earthly things,
With scorn divine he turns his eyes
From towers of haughty kings:

2 He bids his awful chariot roll
Far downward from the skies,
To visit every humble soul,
With pleasure in his eyes.

3 Why should the Lord that reigns above
Disdain so lofty kings?
Say, Lord, and why such looks of love
Upon such worthless things?

4 Mortals, be dumb; what creature dares
Dispute his awful will?
Ask no account of his affairs,
But tremble, and be still.

5 Just like his nature is his grace,
All sovereign, and all free;
Great God, how searchless are thy ways;
How deep thy judgments be!

Text Information
First Line: When the eternal bows the skies
Title: The Grace of God; or, Divine Condescension
Author: Dr. Watts
Meter: C. M.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1792
Topic: God; Condescension of God; Grace: Electing, adopting, sovereign
Source: Dr. Watts's Lyric Poems
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