1 Let the whole race of creatures lie Abas'd before their God; Whate'er his sovereign voice hath form'd He governs with a nod.
2 [Ten thousand ages ere the skies Were into motion brought, All the long years and worlds to come Stood present to his thought.]
5 [There's not a sparrow or a worm But's found in his decrees; He raises monarchs to their thrones, And sinks them as he please.]
4 If light attends the course I run, 'Tis he provides those rays; And 'tis his hand that hides my sun, If darkness cloud my days.
5 Yet I would not be much concern'd, Nor vainly long to see The volume of his deep decrees, What months are writ for me.
6 When he reveals the book of life, O, may I read my name Amongst the chosen of his love, The followers of the Lamb!