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CXLVI. Father, how wide thy glories shine

1 Father, how wide thy glories shine,
How high thy wonders rise!
Known thro' the earth by thousand signs,
By thousand through the skies.
Those mighty orbs proclaim thy pow'r,
Their motions speak thy skill;
And on the wings of ev'ry hour
We read thy patience still.

2 Part of thy name divinely stands
On all thy creatures writ,
They shew the labour of thy hands,
The impress of thy feet.
But when we view thy strange design
To save rebellious worms,
Where vengeance and compassion join
In their divinest forms:

3 Here the whole Deity is known,
Nor dares a creature guess
Which of the glories brightest shone,
The justice or the grace.
Now the full glories of the Lamb
Adorn the heav'nly plains,
Bright seraphs learn Immanuel's name,
And try their choicest strains.

4 O may I bear some humble part
In that immortal song!
Wonder and joy shall tune my heart,
And love command my tongue.
To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
Who sweetly all agree
To save a world of sinners lost,
Eternal glory be.

Text Information

• First Line: Father, how wide thy glories shine
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1790
• Topic: Rejoicing
• Notes: Tune: BROCKMER'S

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