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 Hymn 166 by Isaac Watts 
						The Divine Perfections.
 How shall I praise th' 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
 Where all our thoughts are drowned.]
 
 [Speak we of strength? his arm is strong
 To save or to destroy;
 Infinite years his life prolong,
 And endless is his joy.]
 
 [He knows no shadow of a change
 Nor alters his decrees;
 Firm as a rock his truth remains
 To guard his promises.]
 
 [Sinners before his presence die;
 How holy is his name!
 His anger and his jealousy
 Burn like devouring flame.]
 
 Justice upon a dreadful throne
 Maintains the rights of God;
 While Mercy sends her pardons down,
 Bought with a Savior's blood.
 
 Now to my soul, immortal King!
 Speak some forgiving word;
 Then 'twill be double joy to sing
 The glories of my Lord.
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