1) Before Jehovah's awful throne,
Ye nations, bow with sacred joy:
Know that the Lord is God alone,
He can create and he destroy.
2) His sovereign pow'r, without our aid,
Made us of dust, and formed us men;
And when like wandering sheep we strayed,
He brought us to his fold again.
3) We are his people, we his care,
Our souls, and all our mortal frame;
What lasting honors shall we rear,
Almighty Maker, to my name?
4) Wide as the world is thy command,
Vast as eternity thy love;
Firm as rock thy truth must stand,
When rolling years shall cease to move.
I'm not sure what drew me to this hymn today (sorry, for the delay between posts, I have some excuses, but none for not doing one yesterday, other than it was Sunday and I was tired and didn't think about doing one.) I think it has to do with the archaic use of "awful." As opposed to "fearful" or "terrifying," the hymn writer is using it to mean "full of awe." I say hymn writer, because John Wesley updated Isaac Watts' poem, so I don't know who wrote what.
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