1    C.M.     Isaac Watts
The Infinity of God. Ps. 147. 5; Heb. 4. 13

1 Great God! how infinite art thou!
  What worthless worms are we!
  Let the whole race of creatures bow,
  And pay their praise to thee!

2 Thy throne eternal ages stood,
  Ere seas or stars were made;
  Thou art the ever-living God,
  Were all the nations dead.

3 [Nature and time quite naked lie
  To thy immense survey,
  From the formation of the sky,
  To the great burning day.]

4 Eternity, with all its years,
  Stands present in thy view;
  To thee there’s nothing old appears –
  Great God! there’s nothing new!

5 Our lives through various scenes are drawn,
  And vexed with trifling cares,
  While thy eternal thought moves on
  Thy undisturbed affairs.

6 Great God! how infinite art thou!
  What worthless worms are we!
  Let the whole race of creatures bow,
  And pay their praise to thee!