The Sovereignty of God. Job. 23. 13; Rom. 9. 15-18
I. Watts C.M.
1
Keep silence all created things,
And wait your Maker’s nod;
My soul stands trembling while she sings
The honours of her God.
2
Life, death, and hell, and worlds unknown,
Hang on his firm decree;
He sits on no precarious throne,
Nor borrows leave TO BE.
3
Chained to his throne a volume lies,
With all the fates of men,
With every angel’s form and size,
Drawn by the eternal pen.
4
His providence unfolds the book,
And makes his counsels shine;
Each opening leaf, and every stroke,
Fulfils some deep design.
5
Here he exalts neglected worms
To sceptres and a crown;
And there the following page he turns,
And treads the monarch down.
6
[Not Gabriel asks the reason why,
Nor God the reason gives;
Nor dares the favourite angel pry
Between the folded leaves.]
7
My God, I would not long to see
My fate with curious eyes;
What gloomy lines are writ for me,
Or what bright scenes may rise.
8
In thy fair book of life and grace,
O may I find my name
Recorded in some humble place,
Beneath my Lord the Lamb.
