Text: | God's eternity |
1 Rise, rise, my soul, and leave the ground;
Stretch all thy thoughts abroad,
And rouse up every tuneful sound
To praise th' eternal God.
2 Long ere the lofty skies were spread,
Jehovah fill'd his throne,
Or Adam form'd, or angels made,
The Maker liv'd alone.
3 His boundless years can ne'er decrease
But still maintain their prime;
Eternity's his dwelling place,
And ever is his time.
4 While like a tide our minutes flow,
The present and the past,
He fills his own immortal now,
And sees our ages waste.
5 The sea and sky must perish too,
And vast destruction come!
The creatures—look! how old they grow
And wait their fi'ry doom.
6 Well, let the sea shrink all away,
And flame melt down the skies;
My God shall live an endless day,
When the old creation dies.
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First Line: | Rise, rise, my soul, and leave the ground |
Title: | God's eternity |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1793 |