When The Eternal Bows The Skies
When the Eternal bows the skies
To visit earthly things,
With scorn divine he turns his eyes,
From towers of haughty kings;
He bids his awful chariot roll
Far downward from the skies,
To visit every humble soul,
With pleasure in his eyes.
Why should the lord that reigns above
Disdain so lofty kings?
Say, Lord, and why such looks of love,
Upon such worthless things?
Mortals be dumb; what creature dares
Dispute his awful will?
Ask no account of his affairs,
But tremble and be still.
Just like his nature is his grace,
All sovereign and all free;
Great God, how searchless are thy ways!
How deep thy judgments be!
Divine Hymns, or Spiritual Songs: for the use of religious assemblies and private Christians