Thou Art O God A Spirit Pure

Thou art, O God! a Spirit pure,
Invisible to mortal eyes;
The immortal, and the eternal King,
The great, the good, the only wise.

Whilst nature changes, and her works
Corrupt, decay, dissolve, and die,
Thy essence pure no change shall see,
Secure of immortality.

Thou great Invisible! what hand
Can draw thy image spotless fair?
To what in heaven, to what on earth,
Can men the immortal King compare?

Let stupid heathens frame their gods
Of gold and silver, wood and stone;
Ours is the God that made the heaven;
Jehovah he, and God alone.

My soul, the purest homage pay,
In truth and spirit him adore;
More shall this please than sacrifice,
Than outward forms delights him more.