The Holiness of God. Ps. 111. 9; 145. 17
I. Watts & J. Needham C.M.
1
How shall I praise the eternal God,
That infinite Unknown?
Who can ascend his high abode,
Or venture near his throne?
2
Heaven’s brightest lamps, with him compared,
How mean they look, and dim!
The holy angels have no spots,
Yet can’t compare with him.
3
Holy is he in all his works,
And truth is his delight;
But sinners, and their wicked ways,
Shall perish from his sight.
4
None but his favourites may draw near,
Who stand in Christ complete;
Those holy ones shall all appear
And worship at his feet.
5
In Jesus’ image shining bright
With rapture they adore
The holy, holy, holy Lord,
In glory evermore.
