1 Let all the heathen writers join
To form one perfect book,
Great God, if once compar'd with thine,
How mean their writings look.
2 Not the most perfect rules they gave
Could shew one sin forgiv'n;
Nor lead a step beyond the grave,
But thine conduct to heav'n.
3 I've seen an end to what we call
Perfection here below;
How short the pow'rs of nature fall,
And can no further go.
4 Yet men would fain be just with God,
By works their hands have wrought;
But thy commands, exceeding broad,
Extend to ev'ry thought.
5 In vain we boast perfection here,
While sin defiles our frame,
And sinks our virtues down so far,
They scarce deserve the name.
6 Our faith, and love, and ev'ry grace
Fall far below thy word;
But perfect truth and righteousness
Dwell only with the Lord.
| Text Information | |
|---|---|
| First Line: | Let all the heathen writers join |
| Title: | Imperfection of Nature, and Perfection of Scriptures |
| Language: | English |
| Publication Date: | 1793 |
| Scripture: | |
| Notes: | Now Public Domain. Seventh part |