HOW shall I praise the eternal God, That infinite Unknown? Who can ascend His high abode, Or venture near His throne?
The great Invisible! He dwells Concealed in dazzling light; But His all-searching eye reveals The secrets of the night.
Those watchful eyes, that never sleep, Survey the world around; His wisdom is a boundless deep, Whose depths we cannot sound.
He knows no shadow of a change, Nor alters His decrees; Firm as a rock His Truth remains, To guard His promises.
Justice upon an awesome throne Maintains the rights of God; While mercy sends her pardons down, Bought with a Saviour’s blood.
Now to my soul, immortal King, Speak Thy forgiving word, That it may be my joy to sing The mercies of my Lord.
Isaac Watts, 1674-1748