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C. M.
Nature and grace.
Father! how wide thy glory shines!
How high thy wonders rise!
Known through the earth by thousand signs,
By thousand through the skies.
2 Those mighty orbs proclaim thy power,
Their motions speak thy skill;
And on the wings of every hour,
We read thy patience still.
3 But when we view thy strange design
To save rebellious worms,
Where justice and compassion join
In their divinest forms,
4 Our thoughts are lost in reverent awe,
We love and we adore;
The brightest angel never saw
So much of God before.
5 Here the whole Deity is known;
But thought can never trace
Which of the glories brighter shine,
The justice, or the grace.
6 Now the full glories of the Lamb
Adorn the heavenly plains:
Bright seraphs learn Immanuel’s name,
And try their choicest strains.
7 O! may I bear some humble part
In that immortal song;
Wonder and joy shall tune my heart,
And love command my tongue.
Watts.