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Hymn #69: Let All The Heathen Writers Join

Hymn #68 Hymn #70

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69 (C.M.) Isaac Watts

Let all the heathen writers join

To form one perfect book:

Great God! if once compared with Thine,

How mean their writings look!

Not the most perfect rules they gave

Could show one sin forgiv'n,

Nor lead a step beyond the grave;

But Thine conduct to heav'n.

I've seen an end to what we call

Perfection here below;

How short the pow'rs of nature fall,

And can no farther go.

Yet men would fain be just with God

By works their hands have wrought;

But Thy commands, exceeding broad,

Extend to ev'ry thought.

In vain we boast perfection here,

While sin defiles our frame,

And sinks our virtues down so far

They scarce deserve the name.

Our faith and love, and ev'ry grace,

Fall far below Thy word;

But perfect truth and righteousness

Dwell only with the Lord.

Hymn #68 Hymn #70