2    C.M.     Isaac Watts
The Eternity of God. Ps. 90. 2; Lam. 5. 19; Hab. 1. 12

1 Lord, raise my soul above the ground,
  And draw my thoughts to thee;
  Teach me, with sweet and solemn sound,
  To praise the eternal Three.

2 Long ere the lofty skies were spread,
  Jehovah filled his throne;
  Or Adam formed, or angels made,
  The Maker lived alone.

3 His boundless years can ne’er decrease,
  But still maintain their prime;
  Eternity’s his dwelling-place,
  And ever is his time.

4 While like a tide our minutes flow,
  The present and the past,
  He fills his own immortal NOW,
  And sees our ages waste.

5 The sea and sky must perish too,
  And vast destruction come!
  The creatures! look how old they grow,
  And wait their fiery doom.

6 Well; let the sea shrink all away,
  And flame melt down the skies,
  My God shall live an endless day
  When the old creation dies.