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Election Sovereign and Free

Author: Watts Hymnal: A Selection of Hymns for Public Worship. In four parts (10th ed.) (Gadsby's Hymns) #75 (1844) Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: Behold the potter and the clay Lyrics: 1 Behold the potter and the clay; He forms his vessels as he please; Such is our God, and such are we, The subjects of his high decrees. 2 [Does not the workman’s power extend O’er all the mass, which part to choose, And mould it for a nobler end, And which to leave for viler use?] 3 May not the sovereign Lord on high Dispense his favours as he will? Choose some to life, while others die, And yet be just and gracious still? 4 [What if, to make his terror known, He let his patience long endure, Suffering vile rebels to go on, And seal their own destruction sure?] 5 [What if he mean to show his grace, And his electing love employs, To mark out some of mortal race, And form them fit for heavenly joys?] 6 Shall man reply against his Lord, And call his Maker’s ways unjust, The thunder of whose dreadful word Can crush a thousand worlds to dust? 7 But O, my soul, if truths so bright Should dazzle and confound thy sight, Yet still his written will obey, And wait the great decisive day. 8 Then shall he make his justice known, And the whole world before his throne, With joy or terror shall confess The glory of his righteousness. Topics: Election and God's Decrees Languages: English
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Election, sovereign and free

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #H.XX (1785) First Line: The potter moulds the pliant clay Lyrics: 1 The potter moulds the pliant clay, And forms to various shapes with ease; Such is our God, and such are we, The subjects of his high decrees. 2 May not the sovereign Lord on high Dispense his favours as he will, Choose some to life, while others die, And yet be just and gracious still? 3 Shall man reply against the Lord, And call his Maker's ways unjust, The thunder of whose dreadful word Can crush a thousand worlds to dust? 4 But, O my soul, if truth so bright Should dazzle and confound thy sight, Yet still his written will obey And wait the great decisive day. 5 Then shall he make his justice known, And the whole world, before his throne, With joy or terror, shall confess His sovereign power and pardoning grace. Scripture: Romans 9:21 Languages: English
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Election, sovereign and free

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David, corrected and enlarged, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (2nd ed.) #XX (1786) First Line: The potter moulds the pliant clay Lyrics: 1 The potter moulds the pliant clay, And forms to various shapes with ease; Such is our God, and such are we, The subjects of his high decrees. 2 May not the sovereign Lord on high Dispense his favours as he will, Choose some to life, while others die, And yet be just and gracious still? 3 Shall man reply against the Lord, And call his Maker's ways unjust, The thunder of whose dreadful word Can crush a thousand worlds to dust? 4 But, O my soul, if truth so bright Should dazzle and confound thy sight, Yet still his written will obey And wait the great decisive day. 5 Then shall he make his justice known, And the whole world, before his throne, With joy or terror, shall confess His sovereign power and pardoning grace. Scripture: Romans 9:21 Languages: English
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Election, sovereign and free

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's imitation of the Psalms of David, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (3rd ed.) #XX (1786) First Line: The potter moulds the pliant clay Lyrics: 1 The potter moulds the pliant clay, And forms to various shapes with ease; Such is our God, and such are we, The subjects of his high decrees. 2 May not the sovereign Lord on high Dispense his favours as he will, Choose some to life, while others die, And yet bd just and gracious still? 3 Shall man reply against the Lord, And call his Maker's ways unjust, The thunder of whose dreadful word Can crush a thousand worlds to dust? 4 But, O my soul, if truth so bright Should dazzle and confound thy sight, Yet still his written will obey And wait the great decisive day. 5 Then shall he make his justice known, And the whole world, before his throne, With joy or terror, shall confess His sovereign power and pardoning grace. Scripture: Romans 9:21 Languages: English
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Election, sovereign and free

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #XX (1787) First Line: The potter moulds the pliant clay Lyrics: 1 The potter moulds the pliant clay, And forms to various shapes with ease; Such is our God, and such are we, The subjects of his high decrees. 2 May not the sovereign Lord on high Dispense his favours as he will, Choose some to life, while others die, And yet bd just and gracious still? 3 Shall man reply against the Lord, And call his Maker's ways unjust, The thunder of whose dreadful word Can crush a thousand worlds to dust? 4 But, O my soul, if truth so bright Should dazzle and confound thy sight, Yet still his written will obey And wait the great decisive day. 5 Then shall he make his justice known, And the whole world, before his throne, With joy or terror, shall confess His sovereign power and pardoning grace. Scripture: Romans 9:21 Languages: English
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Election, sovereign and free

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #XX (1790) First Line: The potter moulds the pliant clay Lyrics: 1 The potter moulds the pliant clay, And forms to various shapes with ease; Such is our God, and such are we, The subjects of his high decrees. 2 May not the sovereign Lord on high Dispense his favours as he will, Choose some to life, while others die, And yet be just and gracious still? 3 Shall man reply against the Lord, And call his Maker's ways unjust, The thunder of whose dreadful word Can crush a thousand worlds to dust? 4 But, O my soul, if truth so bright Should dazzle and confound thy sight, Yet still his written will obey And wait the great decisive day. 5 Then shall he make his justice known, And the whole world, before his throne, With joy or terror, shall confess His sovereign power and pardoning grace. Scripture: Romans 9:21 Languages: English

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