When the Eternal bows the skies To visit earthly things, With scorn divine he turns his eyes From towers of haughty kings.
He bids his aweful chariot roll Far downward from the skies, To visit every humble soul With pleasure in his eyes.
Why should the Lord that reigns above Disdain so lofty kings? Say, Lord, and why such looks of love Upon such worthless things?
Mortals, be dumb; what creature dares Dispute his aweful will? Ask no account of his affairs, But tremble and be still.
Just like his nature is his grace, All sovereign and all free; Great God, how searchless are thy ways, How deep thy judgments be!
~ Isaac Watts
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