The Psalms of David ‎#CXIXg

CXIXg. Imperfection of nature, and perfection of scriptures

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 show 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 farther 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
• Meter: Common Metre
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1780
• Scripture:
  Psalm 119:96

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