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Perfection alone in God

I. Watts   C.M.

1
Let all the heathen writers join
To form one perfect book,
Great God, if once compared with thine,
How mean their writings look!

2
Not the most perfect rules they gave,
Could show one sin forgiven,
Nor lead a step beyond the grave;
But thine conduct to heaven.

3
I’ve seen an end to what we call
Perfection here below;
How short the powers of nature fall,
And can no farther go.

4
Yet men would fain be just with God,
By works their hands have wrought;
But thy commands, exceeding broad,
Extend to every thought.

5
In vain we boast perfection here,
While sin defiles our frame;
And sinks our virtues down so far,
They scarce deserve the name.

6
Our faith and love, and every grace,
Fall far below thy word;
But perfect truth and righteousness
Dwell only with the Lord.