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Almighty Maker, God, How wondrous is thy name!

Author: Watts Hymnal: The Voice of Praise #24 (1873) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Almighty Maker, God, How wondrous is thy name! Thy glories how diffused abroad, Through the creation's frame. 2 Nature in every dress Her humble homage pays, And finds a thousand ways t' express Thine undissembled praise. 3 My soul would rise and sing To her Creator too; Fain would my tongue adore my King, And pay the worship due. 4 Create my soul anew, Else all my worship's vain; This wretched heart will ne'er be true, Until 't is formed again. 5 Descend, celestial fire, And seize me from above; Melt me in flames of pure desire, A sacrifice to love. 6 Let joy and worship spend The remnant of my days, And to my God, my soul, ascend In sweet perfumes of praise. Topics: Being of God Existence; Maker Scripture: 1 Chronicles 29:13

Almighty Maker, God

Hymnal: A Pocket Hymn Book #CCXVII (1791) Lyrics: 1 Almighty Maker God, How glorious is thy name, Thy wonders now diffus'd abroad, Throughout creations frame? 2 In native white and red The rose and lily stand, And free from pride their beauties spread, To shew thy skilful hand. 3 The lark mounts up the sky, With unambitious song, And bears her Maker's praise on high Upon her artless tongue. 4 Fain would I rise and sing To my Creator too; Fain would my heart adore my King, And give him praises due. 5 But pride, that busy sin, Spoils all that I perform, Curs'd pride that creeps securely in, And swells a haughty worm. 6 Thy glories I abate, Or praise thee with design, Part of thy favours I forget, Or think the merit mine. 7 Create my soul anew, Else all my worship's vain; This wretched heart will ne'er prove true Till it be form'd again. 8 Descend, celestial fire, And seize me from above! Wrap me in flames of pure desire, And sacrifice to love. 9 Let joy and worship spend The remnant of my days, And to my God my soul ascend In sweet perfumes of praise. Topics: Praise Languages: English

Almighty Maker God

Hymnal: A Pocket hymn book, designed as a constant companion for the pious #CCXVII (1788) Lyrics: 1 Almighty Maker God, How glorious is thy name, Thy wonders now diffus'd abroad, Throughout creations frame? 2 In native white and red The rose and lilly stand, And free from pride their beauties spread To shew thy skillful hand. 3 The lark mounts up the sky With unambitious song, And bears her Maker's praise on high Upon her artless tongue. 4 Fain would I rise and sing To my Creator too; Fain would my heart adore my King, And give him praises due. 5 But pride, that busy sin, Spoils all that I perform, Curs'd pride that creeps securely in, And swells a haughty worm. 6 Thy glories I abate, Or praise thee with design, Part of thy favours I forget Or think the merit mine. 7 Create my soul anew, Else all my worship's vain; This wretched heart will ne'er prove true Till it be form'd again. 8 Descend, celestial fire And seize me from above! Wrap me in flames of pure desire A sacrifice to love. 9 Let joy and worship spend The remnant of my days, And to my God my soul ascend In sweet perfumes of praise. Topics: Sincere Praise Languages: English

Almighty Maker, God

Hymnal: A Collection of Psalms and Hymns for Publick Worship #IX (1789) Lyrics: 1 Almighty Maker, God! How wond'rous is thy name! Thy glories now diffus'd abroad Through the creation's frame! 2 Nature in ev'ry dress, Her humble homage pays; And does a thousand ways express her undissembled praise. 3 Our sols would rise and sing Our Great Creator, too; Fain would our tongues adore our King, And pay the homage due. 4 Let joy and worship spend The remnant of my days, And to my God our souls ascend In grateful songs of praise. Topics: Creation, Preservation, and temporal Blessings To God the Creator Languages: English

Almighty Maker, God!

Hymnal: A Selection of Hymns, from Various Authors, Supplementary for the Use of Christians. 1st ed. #II (1816) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Almighty Maker, God! How wondrous is thy name! Thy glories now diffus'd abroad Thro' the creation's frame. 2 Nature in every dress Her humble homage pays, And finds a thousand ways t' express thine undissembled praise. 3 My soul would rise and sing To her Creator too, Fain would my tongue adore my King, And pay the worship due. 4 [But pride, that busy sin, Spoils all that I perform, Curs'd pride, that creeps securely in, And swells a haughty worm.] 5 Create my soul anew, Else all my worship's vain; This wretched heart will ne'er be true, Until 'tis form'd again. 6 Let joy and worship spend The remnant of my days, And to my God, my soul ascend In sweet perfumes of praise. Languages: English

Almighty Maker, God!

Hymnal: Christian's Duty, exhibited in a series of hymns #S2 (1825) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Almighty Maker, God! How wondrous is thy name! Thy glories now diffus'd abroad Thro' the creation's frame. 2 Nature in every dress Her humble homage pays, And finds a thousand ways t' express thine undissembled praise. 3 My soul would rise and sing To her Creator too, Fain would my tongue adore my King, And pay the worship due. 4 [But pride, that busy sin, Spoils all that I perform, Curs'd pride, that creeps securely in, And swells a haughty worm.] 5 Create my soul anew, Else all my worship's vain; This wretched heart will ne'er be true, Until 'tis form'd again. 6 Let joy and worship spend The remnant of my days, And to my God, my soul ascend In sweet perfumes of praise. Languages: English

Almighty Maker, God!

Hymnal: A New Selection of Hymns; designed for the use of conference meetings, private circles, and congregations, as a supplement to Dr. Watts' Psalms and Hymns #15 (1812) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Almighty Maker, God! How wondrous is thy name! Thy glories now diffus'd abroad Thro' the creation's frame. 2 Nature in every dress Her humble homage pays, And finds a thousand ways t'express thine undissembled praise. 3 My soul would rise and sing To her Creator too, Fain would my tongue adore my King, And pay the worship due. 4 [But pride, that busy sin, Spoils all that I perform, Curs'd pride, that creeps securely in, And swells a haughty worm.] 5 Create my soul anew, Else all my worship's vain; This wretched heart will ne'er be true, Until 'tis formed again. 6 Let joy and worship spend The remnant of my days, And to my God, my soul ascend In sweet perfumes of praise. Languages: English