God glorious, and sinners saved. Rom.1:30; 5:8,9; 1 Pet.3:22.

Father, how wide thy glories shine!

How high thy wonders rise!

Known through the earth by thousand signs,

By thousand through the skies.

Those mighty orbs proclaim thy power,

Their motions speak thy skill,

And on the wings of every hour

We read thy patience still.

But when we view thy strange design

To save rebellious worms,

Our souls are filled with awe divine

To see what God performs.

When sinners break the Father's laws,

The dying Son atones;

O the dear myst'ries of his cross,

The triumph of his groans

Now the full glories of the Lamb

Adorn the heav'nly plains;

Sweet cherubs learn Immanuel's name,

And try their choicest strains.

O may I bear some humble part

In that immortal song!

Wonder and joy shall tune my heart,

And love command my tongue.