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HYMN 45. (L. M.) God's Condescension to our Worship.

I

Thy favours, Lord, surprise our souls;
Will the Eternal dwell with us?
What canst thou find beneath the poles
To tempt thy chariot downward thus?

II

Still might he fill his starry throne,
And please his ears with Gabriel's songs;
But th'heavenly majesty comes down,
And bows to hearken to our tongues.

III

Great God, what poor returns we pay
For love so infinite as thine!
Words are but air, and tongues but clay,
But thy compassion's all divine.