1 With what delight, great God, I trace
Each act of Thy stupendous grace!
Great are the works Thy hand has wrought,
And deep beyond all search Thy thought.
2 Thy acts the minds of brutish mold
With unregarding eye behold,
And, strangers to Thy wise design,
In erring censure madly join:
3 Nor know, that, when the impious band,
Fresh as the flower, conspicuous stand,
Mature for death their heads they rear,
And swift destruction waits them near.
4 But Thou above the starry plain
In endless majesty shalt reign;
And downward from th’ethereal height
O’er subject worlds extend Thy might.
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|The Cyber Hymnal #8185||With What Delight, Great God, I Trace||With what delight, great God, I trace||GERMANY||James Merrick, 1720-1769||LM|