1 Keep silence all created things,
And wait your Maker's nod:
My soul stands trembling, while she sings
The honors of her God.
2 Life, death, and hell, and worlds unknown,
Hang on his firm decree:
He sits on no precarious throne,
Nor borrows leave to be.
3 Chained to his throne, a volume lies,
With all the fates of men,
With every angel's form and size,
Drawn by th' eternal pen.
4 His providence unfolds the book,
And makes his counsels shine;
Each opening leaf, and every stroke,
Fulfills some deep design.
5 Here, he exalts neglected worms
To scepters and a crown;
And there, the following page he turns,
And treads the monarch down.
6 Not Gabriel asks the reason why,
Nor God, the reason gives;
Nor dares the favorite angel pry
Between the folded leaves.
7 My God, I would not long to see
My fate with curious eyes,
What gloomy lines are writ for me,
Or what bright scenes may rise.
8 In thy fair book of life and grace
O may I find my name,
Recorded in some humble place
Beneath my Lord the lamb!
The Hartford Selection of Hymns from the most approved authors, 1799