Blest be the Father and his love, To whose celestial source we owe Rivers of endless joy above, And rills of comfort here below. 2 Glory to thee, great Son of God! From whose dear, wounded body rolls A precious stream of vital blood-- Pardon and life for dying souls 3 We give the sacred Spirit praise, Who, in our hearts of sin and woe, Makes living springs of grace arise, And into boundless glory flow. 4 Thus, God, the Father, God, the Son, And God, the Spirit, we adore; That sea of life and love unknown, Without a bottom or a shore. Isaac Watts, 1709. 77 Elizabethtown. C.M. _God Incomprehensible._ (844) Thy way, O God! is in the sea, Thy paths I cannot trace; Nor comprehend the mystery Of thine unbounded grace. 2 'Tis but in part I know thy will; I bless thee for the sight; When will thy love the rest reveal, In glory's clearer light? 3 Here the dark veils of flesh and sense My captive soul surround; Mysterious deeps of providence My wondering thoughts confound. 4 As through a glass I dimly see The wonders of thy love; How little do I know of thee, Or of the joys above! 5 With rapture I shall soon survey Thy providence and grace; And spend an everlasting day In wonder, love, and praise. John Fawcett, 1782. 78 Elizabethtown. C.M. _Eternity of God._ (1071) O God! our help in ages past, Our hope for years to come; Our shelter from the stormy blast, And our eternal home. 2 Under the shadow of thy throne, Still may we dwell secure; Sufficient is thine arm alone, And our defense is sure. 3 Before the hills in order stood, Or earth received her frame, From everlasting thou art God, To endless years the same. 4 A thousand ages in thy sight Are like an evening gone; Short as the watch that ends the night, Before the rising sun. 5 The busy tribes of flesh and blood, With all their cares and fears, Are carried downward by the flood, And lost in following years. Isaac Watts, 1719. 79 Elizabethtown. C.M. _Divine Perfections._ (182) I sing th' almighty power of God, That made the mountains rise, That spread the flowing seas abroad, And built the lofty skies. 2 I sing the wisdom that ordained The sun to rule the day; The moon shines full at his command, And all the stars obey. 3 I sing the goodness of the Lord, That filled the earth with food; He formed the creatures with his word, And then pronounced them good. 4 Lord! how thy wonders are displayed Where'er I turn mine eye! If I survey the ground I tread, Or gaze upon the sky. Isaac Watts. 80 Dundee. C.M. _Our Heavenly Father._ (21) My God how wonderful thou art! Thy majesty how bright! How beautiful thy mercy seat, In depths of burning light. 2 How dread are thine eternal years, Oh, everlasting Lord! By prostrate spirits day and night, Incessantly adored.