Text: | Eternal Wisdom, thee we praise |
Author: | Watts |
1 Eternal Wisdom, thee we praise,
Thee the creations sing:
With thy loved name, rocks, hills, and seas,
And heaven's high palace ring.
2 Thy hand, how wide it spreads the sky,
How glorious to behold!
Tinged with a blue of heavenly dye,
And starred with sparkling gold.
3 There thou hast bid the globes of light
Their endless circuits run;
There the pale planet rules the night;
The day obeys the sun.
4 If down I turn my wandering eyes
On clouds and storms below,
Those under-regions of the skies,
Thy numerous glories show.
5 The noisy winds stand ready there
Thy orders to obey;
With sounding winds they sweep the air,
To make thy chariot way.
6 But the mild glories of thy grace,
Our softer passions move;
Pity divine in Jesus' face
We see, adore, and love.
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First Line: | Eternal Wisdom, thee we praise |
Author: | Watts |
Meter: | C. M. |
Publication Date: | 1873 |
Scripture: | ; ; ; ; ; ; |
Topic: | Attributes of God: Knowledge and Wisdom; Wisdom |