75    L.M.     Isaac Watts
Election Sovereign and Free. Rom. 9. 20-23

1 Behold the potter and the clay;
  He forms his vessels as he please;
  Such is our God, and such are we,
  The subjects of his high decrees.

2 [Does not the workman’s power extend
  O’er all the mass, which part to choose,
  And mould it for a nobler end,
  And which to leave for viler use?]

3 May not the sovereign Lord on high
  Dispense his favours as he will?
  Choose some to life, while others die,
  And yet be just and gracious still?

4 [What if, to make his terror known,
  He let his patience long endure,
  Suffering vile rebels to go on,
  And seal their own destruction sure?]

5 [What if he mean to show his grace,
  And his electing love employs,
  To mark out some of mortal race,
  And form them fit for heavenly joys?]

6 Shall man reply against his Lord,
  And call his Maker’s ways unjust,
  The thunder of whose dreadful word
  Can crush a thousand worlds to dust?

7 But O, my soul, if truths so bright
  Should dazzle and confound thy sight,
  Yet still his written will obey,
  And wait the great decisive day.

8 Then shall he make his justice known,
  And the whole world before his throne,
  With joy or terror shall confess
  The glory of his righteousness.