1 Nature with open volume stands,
To spread her Maker's praise abroad,
And ev'ry labor of His hands
Shows something worthy of our God.
2 But in the grace that rescued man
His brightest form of glory shines;
Here on the cross 'tis fairest drawn,
In precious blood and crimson lines.
3 Here his whole name appears complete
Nor wit can guess, nor reason prove
Which of the letters is best writ,
The Pow'r, the Wisdom, or the Love.
4 Here I behold His inmost heart
Where grace and vengeance strangely join,
Here on the Cross 'tis fairest drawn
In precious blood and crimson lines.
5 O the sweet wonders of that Cross
Where God the Savior loved and died!
Her noblest life my spirit draws
From His dear wounds and bleeding side.
6 I would for ever speak His name,
In sounds to mortal ears unknown,
With angels join to praise the Lamb,
And worship at His Father's throne.
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First Line: | Nature with open volume stands |
Title: | Nature with Open Volume Stands |
Author: | I. Watts, 1674-1748 (alt.) |
Meter: | LM |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1996 |
Topic: | Passion of Christ |
Notes: | Hymn text, suggested tune O JESU CHRIST, WAHRES LICHT |