The Grace of God; or, Divine Condescension

Verse 1

When the Eternal bows the skies To visit earthly things, With scorn divine he turns his eyes From towers of haughty kings.

Verse 2

He bids his aweful chariot roll Far downward from the skies, To visit every humble soul With pleasure in his eyes.

Verse 3

Why should the Lord that reigns above Disdain so lofty kings? Say, Lord, and why such looks of love Upon such worthless things?

Verse 4

Mortals, be dumb; what creature dares Dispute his aweful will? Ask no account of his affairs, But tremble and be still.

Verse 5

Just like his nature is his grace, All sovereign and all free; Great God, how searchless are thy ways, How deep thy judgments be!