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Can Creatures To Perfection Find

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #9684 Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 Can creatures to perfection find Th’ eternal, uncreated Mind? Or can the largest stretch of thought Measure and search His nature out? 2 ’Tis high as Heav’n, ’tis deep as hell And what can mortals know or tell? His glory spreads beyond the sky, And all the shining worlds on high. 3 But man, vain man, would fain be wise; Born like a wild young colt, He flies Through all the follies of His mind, And swells, and snuffs the empty wind. 4 God is a king of power unknown, Firm are the orders of His throne; If He resolve, who dares oppose, Or ask him why or what He does? 5 He wounds the heart, and He makes whole He calms the tempest of the soul; When He shuts up in long despair, Who can remove the heavy bar? 6 He frowns, and darkness veils the moon; The fainting sun grows dim at noon; The pillars of Heav’n’s starry roof Tremble and start at His reproof. 7 He gave the vaulted Heav’n its form, The crooked serpent, and the worm; He breaks the billows with His breath, And smites the sons of pride to death. 8 These are a portion of His ways; But who shall dare describe His face? Who can endure His light, or stand To hear the thunders of His hand? Languages: English Tune Title: LLEF

Can Creatures to Perfection find

Hymnal: A New Version of the Psalms of David #HLXXI (1760) Lyrics: 1 Can Creatures to Perfection find Th' eternal, uncreated Mind; Or can the largest Stretch of Thought Measure and search his Nature out! 2 'Tis high as Heav'n, 'tis deep as Hell And what can mortals know or tell? His Glory spreads beyond the Sky, And all the shining Worlds on high. 3 But Man, vain Man, would fain be wise; Born like a wild young Colt he flies Thro' all the Follies of his Mind, And smells, and snuffs the empty Wind. 4 God is a King of Power unknown, Firm are the Orders of his Throne; If He resolve, who dares oppose, Or ask Him why or what He does? 5 He wounds the Heart, and He makes whole; He calms the Tempest of the Soul; When He shuts up in long Despair, Who can remove the heavy Bar? 6 He frowns, and Darkness veils the Moon, The fainting Sun grows dim at Noon; The Pillars of Heav'n's starry Roof Tremble and start at his Reproof. 7 He gave the vaulted Heav'n its Form, The crooked Serpent, and the Worm; He breaks the Billows with his Breath, And smites the Sons of Pride to Death. 8 These are a Portion of his Ways; But who shall dare describe his Face? Who can endure his Light? or stand To hear the Thunders of his Hand? Scripture: Job 11:7-9 Languages: English

Can Creatures to Perfection find

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #II.CLXX (1766) Lyrics: [1 Can Creatures to Perfection find Th' Eternal uncreated Mind? Or can the largest Stretch of Thought Measure and search his Nature out? 2 'Tis high as Heav'n, 'tis deep as Hell And what can Mortals know or tell? His Glory spreads beyond the Sky, And all the shining Worlds on high. 3 But Man, vain Man, would fain be wise; Born, like a wild young Colt, he flies Through all the Follies of his Mind, And smells, and snuffs the empty Wind.] 4 God is a King of Pow'r unknown, Firm are the Orders of his Throne; If He resolve, who dares oppose, Or ask him why or what he does? 5 He wounds the Heart, and he makes whole; He calms the Tempest of the Soul; When He shuts up in long Despair, Who can remove the heavy Bar? 6 He frowns, and Darkness veils the Moon, The fainting Sun grows dim at Noon; The Pillars of Heav'n's starry Roof Tremble and start at his Reproof. 7 He gave the vaulted Heav'n its Form, The crooked Serpent and the Worm; He breaks the Billows with his Breath, And smites the Sons of Pride to Death. 8 These are a Portion of his Ways, But who shall dare describe his Face? Who can endure his Light? Or stand To hear the Thunders of his Hand? Topics: God incomprehensible; God Sovereign Languages: English

Can Creatures to Perfection find

Hymnal: Appendix, Containing a Number of Hymns, Taken Chiefly from Dr. Watts's Scripture Collection #LXXI (1760) Lyrics: 1 Can Creatures to Perfection find Th' eternal, uncreated Mind; Or can the largest Stretch of Thought Measure and search his Nature out! 2 'Tis high as Heav'n, 'tis deep as Hell And what can mortals know or tell? His Glory spreads beyond the Sky, And all the shining Worlds on high. 3 But Man, vain Man, would fain be wise; Born like a wild young Colt, he flies Thro' all the Follies of his Mind, And smells, and snuffs the empty Wind. 4 God is a King of Power unknown, Firm are the Orders of his Throne; If He resolve, who dares oppose, Or ask Him why or what He does! 5 He wounds the Heart, and He makes whole; He calms the Tempest of the Soul When He shuts up in long Despair, Who can remove the heavy Bar? 6 He frowns, and Darkness veils the Moon, The fainting Sun grows dim at Noon; The Pillars of Heav'n's starry Roof Tremble and start at his Reproof. 7 He gave the vaulted Heav'n its Form, The crooked serpent, and the Worm; He breaks the Billows with his Breath, And smites the Sons of Pride to Death. 8 These are a Portion of his Ways; But who shall dare describe his Face? Who can endure his Light? or stand To hear the Thunders of his Hand? Scripture: Job 11:7-9 Languages: English

Can creatures to perfection find

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Psalms and Hymns of Dr. Watts #42 (1835) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: [Can creatures to perfection find Th' eternal, uncreated Mind? Or can the largest stretch of thought Measure and search his nature out? 'Tis high as heav'n, 'tis deep as hell And what can mortals know or tell? His glory spreads beyond the sky, And all the shining worlds on high. But man, vain man, would fain be wise; Born like a wild young colt, he flies Through all the follies of his mind, And swells, and snuffs the empty wind.] God is a King of power unknown, Firm are the orders of his throne; If he resolve, who dares oppose, Or ask him why or what he does? He wounds the heart, and he makes whole He calms the tempest of the soul; When he shuts up in long despair, Who can remove the heavy bar? He frowns, and darkness veils the moon; The fainting sun grows dim at noon; The pillars of heav'n's starry roof Tremble and start at his reproof. He gave the vaulted heav'n its form, The crooked serpent, and the worm; He breaks the billows with his breath, And smites the sons of pride to death. These are a portion of his ways; But who shall dare describe his face? Who can endure his light, or stand To hear the thunders of his hand? Topics: Persecuted saints their prayer and faith; Persecutors complained of; Church prayer in distress; Prayer in church's distress; Vineyard of God wasted Scripture: Psalm 80 Languages: English