The Eternity of God. Ps. 90. 2; Lam. 5. 19; Hab. 1. 12
I. Watts C.M.
1
Lord, raise my soul above the ground,
And draw my thoughts to thee;
Teach me, with sweet and solemn sound,
To praise the eternal Three.
2
Long ere the lofty skies were spread,
Jehovah filled his throne;
Or Adam formed, or angels made,
The Maker lived alone.
3
His boundless years can ne’er decrease,
But still maintain their prime;
Eternity’s his dwelling-place,
And ever is his time.
4
While like a tide our minutes flow,
The present and the past,
He fills his own immortal NOW,
And sees our ages waste.
5
The sea and sky must perish too,
And vast destruction come!
The creatures! look how old they grow,
And wait their fiery doom.
6
Well; let the sea shrink all away,
And flame melt down the skies,
My God shall live an endless day
When the old creation dies.
