Far as Creation’s Bounds Extend

Far as cre­ation’s bounds extend

Thy mer­cies

heav­en­ly Lord

des­cend;

One chor­us of per­pe­tu­al praise

To Thee thy va­ri­ous works shall raise

Thy saints to Thee in hymns im­part

The trans­ports of a grate­ful heart.

The splen­dors of Thy king­dom tell

Delighted on Thy won­ders tell;

And bid the world’s wide realm ad­mire

The glo­ries of th’Al­mig­hty Sire

Whose throne all na­ture’s wreck sur­vives

Whose pow­er through end­less ages lives.

Thy pro­mise truth eter­nal guides

And mer­cy o’er each act pre­sides;

The feet

whose steps to lapse in­cline

With faith­ful care Thy arm di­vine

Shall prop; the spir­it bowed with woe

Thy all sup­port­ing aid shall know.

From Thee

great God

while ev­ery eye

Expectant waits the wished sup­ply

Their bread pro­por­tioned to the day

Thy op­en­ing hands to each con­vey;

In ev­ery sor­row of the heart

Eternal mer­cy bears a part.

Who ask Thine aid with heart sin­cere

Thee ev­er gra­cious

ev­er near;

Shall own; their pray­er

in each dis­tress

To Thee

Thy serv­ants

Lord

ad­dress;

And find Thee (verg­ing on the grave)

Nor slow to hear

nor weak to save.