Words: Isaac Watts
Watts subtitle: The wisdom of God in his works.
l Songs of immortal praise belong To my almighty God; He has my heart, and he my tongue, To spread his name abroad. 2 How great the works his hand has wrought How glorious in our sight! And men in ev'ry age have sought His wonders with delight. 3 How most exact is nature's frame! How wise th' Eternal mind! His counsels never change the scheme That his first thoughts designed. 4 When He redeemed his chosen sons, He fixed his cov'nant sure; The orders that his lips pronounce To endless years endure. 5 Nature and time, and earth and skies, Thy heav'nly skill proclaim; What shall we do to make us wise, But learn to read thy name? 6 To fear thy power, to trust thy grace, Is our divinest skill And he's the wisest of our race That best obeys thy will. PART 2. Watts subtitle: The perfections of God. 1 Great is the Lord; his works of might Demand our noblest songs: Let his assembled saints unite Their harmony of tongues. 2 Great is the mercy of the Lord; He gives his children food; And, ever mindful of his word, He makes his promise good. 3 His Son, the great Redeemer, came To seal his cov'nant sure; Holy and reverend is his name, His ways are just and pure. 4 They that would grow divinely wise Must with his fear begin; Our fairest proof of knowledge lies In hating every sin.