HYMN 67. (C. M.) God's eternal Dominion.
I
Great God, how infinite art thou!
What worthless worms are we!
Let the whole race of creatures bow
And pay their praise to thee.
II
Thy throne eternal ages stood,
Ere seas or stars were made;
Thou art the ever-living God
Were all the nations dead.
III
Nature and time quite naked lie
To thine immense survey,
From the formation of the sky
To the great burning day.
IV
Eternity with all its years
Stands present in thy view;
To thee there's nothing old appears,
Great God, there's nothing new.
V
Our lives thro' various scenes are drawn,
And vex'd with trifling cares;
While thine eternal thought moves on
Thine undisturb'd affairs.
VI
Great God, how infinite art thou!
What worthless worms are we!
Let the whole race of creatures bow
And pay their praise to thee.
