Old-Line Primitive Baptist Hymn and Tune Book

Hymn #33: Keep Silence, All Created Things

Hymn #32 Hymn #34

Glories of God

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33 (C.M.) Isaac Watts

Keep silence, all created things,

And wait your Maker's nod;

My soul stands trembling while she sings

The honors of her God.

Life, death, and hell, and worlds unknown

Hang on His firm decree;

He sits on no precarious throne,

Nor borrows leave to be.

Chained to His throne a volume lies,

With all the fates of men,

With every angel's form and size

Drawn by th' eternal pen.

His providence unfolds the book,

And makes His counsels shine;

Each op'ning leaf, and every stroke,

Fulfills some deep design.

Here he exalts neglected worms

To sceptres and a crown;

And there the foll'wing page he turns,

And treads the monarch down.

Not Gabriel asks the reason why,

Nor God the reason gives;

Nor dares the fav'rite angel pry

Between the folded leaves.

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.

In Thy fair book of life and grace

May I but find my name,

Recorded in some humble place

Beneath my Lord, the Lamb!

Hymn #32 Hymn #34