1 Eternal Wisdom, thee we praise,
Thee the creations sing:
With thy loved name, rocks, hills, and seas,
And heaven's high palace ring.
2 Thy hand, how wide it spreads the sky,
How glorious to behold!
Tinged with a blue of heavenly dye,
And starred with sparkling gold.
3 There thou hast bid the globes of light
Their endless circuits run;
There the pale planet rules the night;
The day obeys the sun.
4 If down I turn my wandering eyes
On clouds and storms below,
Those under-regions of the skies,
Thy numerous glories show.
5 The noisy winds stand ready there
Thy orders to obey;
With sounding winds they sweep the air,
To make thy chariot way.
6 But the mild glories of thy grace,
Our softer passions move;
Pity divine in Jesus' face
We see, adore, and love.
Source: The Voice of Praise: a collection of hymns for the use of the Methodist Church #60
|First Line:||Eternal wisdom, thee we praise|
|Title:||A Song to Creating Wisdom|