Old-Line Primitive Baptist Hymn and Tune Book

23 (C.M.) Isaac Watts

How shall I praise th'eternal God,

That infinite Unknown?

Who can ascend His high abode,

Or venture near His throne?

The great Invisible! he dwells

Concealed in dazzling light;

But His all-searching eye reveals

The secrets of the night.

Those watchful eyes that never sleep

Survey the world around

His wisdom is a boundless deep

Where all our thoughts are drowned.

He knows no shadow of a change

Nor alters his decrees;

Firm as a rock his truth remains

To guard his promises.

Justice upon a dreadful throne

Maintains the rights of God;

While Mercy sends her pardons down,

Bought with a Saviour's blood.