COME, ransomed souls, in God rejoice, Your Maker’s praise deserves your voice; Sing to His name, His Word, His ways, Great works of nature and of grace; Great is your theme: your song is new, How wise and holy, just and true!
Justice and truth He ever loves, And the whole earth His goodness proves, Formed by the utterance of His mouth, From east to west, from north to south; His Word the perfect planet made, And all the stars in order spread.
Our mighty Lord, Who caused their birth, Controls the powers of sky and earth; He holds in check the mighty seas, And keeps them bound within their place; E’en the vast regions of the deep, His everlasting orders keep.
Let mortals tremble and adore A God of such resistless power; Nor dare disdain the sacred page Of Him Who rules from age to age; Vain are our thoughts, and weak our hands, But His eternal counsel stands!
Isaac Watts, 1674-1748‡