GOD Appears most Glorious IN OUR Salvation by CHRIST. Isaac Watts Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. T82397 K067329.000 Watts, Isaac, 1674-1748. Horæ lyricæ: Poems, chiefly of the lyric kind. In two books. ... By I. Watts. London Printed by S. and D. Bridge, for John Lawrence at the Sign of the Angel in the Poultrey. MDCCVI. 1706 pp. 7-9. [20],267,[1]p.; 8⁰.

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GOD Appears most Glorious IN OUR Salvation by CHRIST . I. FAther , how wide thy Glory shines ! How high thy Wonders rise ! Known thro' the Earth by thousand Signs , By thousand thro' the Skies . II . Those mighty Orbs proclaim thy Power , Their Motions speak thy Skill ; And on the Wings of every Hour We read thy Patience still . III . Part of thy Name Divinely stands On all thy Creatures writ ; They show the Labour of thine Hands , Or Impress of thy Feet . IV . But when We view thy Strange Design To save Rebellious Worms , Where Vengeance and Compassion joyn In their Divinest Forms : V. Our Thoughts are lost in Reverend Awe , We Love and we Adore ; The tallest Angel never saw So much of God before . VI . Here the whole Deity is known , Nor dares a Creature guess Which of the Glories brightest shone , The Justice or the Grace . VII . When we transgress'd the Fathers Laws , The dying Son atones ; Oh the Dear Mysteries of his Cross ! The Triumph of his Groans ! VIII . Now the full Glories of the Lamb Adorn the Heavenly Plains ; And the Young Cherubs learn his Name , And try their choicest Strains . IX . O may I bear some humble Part In that Immortal Song ; Wonder and Joy shall tune my Heart , And Love command my Tongue .