CCLVIII. The Glories of Redemption

1 Father, how wide thy glory shines!
How high thy wonders rise!
Known thro' the earth by thousand signs,
By thousands thro' the skies.

2 Those mighty orbs proclaim thy pow'r,
Their motions speak thy skill;
And on the wings of ev'ry hour
We read thy patience still.

3 Part of thy mane divinely stands
On all thy creatures writ,
They shew the labour of thy hands,
The impress of thy feet.

4 But when we view thy grand design
To save rebellious worms,
Where wisdom, pow'r, and goodness shine,
In their most glorious forms;

5 Our thoughts are lost in rev'rend awe;
We love, and we adore;
The holy angels never saw
So much of God before.

6 Here God hath made his nature known,
And thought can never trace,
Which of his glories brightest shone,
In our Redeemer's face.

7 O the sweet myst'ries of that cross
Where Jesus lov'd and died!
Her noblest life my spirit draws
From his dear wounded side.

8 Now the full glories of the Lamb
Adorn the heav'nly plains;
Sweet cherubs learn Immanuel's name,
And try their choicest strains.

9 O may I bear some humble part
In that immortal song!
Wonder and joy shall tune my heart,
And love command my tongue.

Text Information
First Line: Father, how wide thy glory shines!
Title: The Glories of Redemption
Author: Watts
Language: English
Publication Date: 1792
Scripture: ; ;
Topic: The Wonders of Redemption, celebrated in Songs of Praise
Source: Watt's Lyr.
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