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The Righteous Lord, Supremely Great
Maintains His universal state;
O'er all the earth his pow'r extends,
All heav'n before His footstool bends.
Yet justice still with pow'r presides
And mercy all His empire guides;
Mercy and truth are His delight,
And saints are lovely in His sight.
No more, ye wise, your wisdom boast;
No more, ye strong, your valor trust;
No more, ye rich, survey your store,
Elate with heaps of shining ore.
Glory, ye saints, in this alone:
That God, your God, to you is known
That you have owned His sov'reign sway;
That you have felt His cheering ray.
Our wisdom wealth, and pow'r, we find
In one Jehovah all combined;
On him we fix our roving eyes.
And all our souls in raptures rise.
All else, which we are treasure call,
May in one fatal moment fall;
But what their happiness can move,
Whom God, the blessed, designs to love?
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