Sovereignty and Grace.
I
The Lord! how fearful is his name?
How wide is his command?
Nature, with all her moving frame,
Rests on his mighty hand.
II
Immortal glory forms his throne,
And light his awful robe;
Whilst with a smile, or with a frown,
He manages the globe.
III
A word of his almighty breath
Can swell or sink the seas;
Build the vast empires of the earth,
Or break them as he please.
IV
Adoring angels round him fall
In all their shining forms,
His sov'reign eye looks thro' them all,
And pities mortal worms.
V
His bowels, to our worthless race,
In sweet compassion move;
He clothes his looks with softest grace,
And takes his title, love.
VI
Now let the Lord for ever reign,
And sway us as he will,
Sick, or in health, in ease, or pain,
We are his favourites still.
VII
No more shall peevish passion rise,
The tongue no more complain;
'Tis sov'reign love that lends our joys,
And love resumes again.
