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Heaven and earth are full of his glory.
Watts.
Eternal Wisdom, thee we praise; Thee all thy creatures sing: While with thy name, rocks, hills, and seas, And heaven’s high palace, ring. | 2 Thy hand, how wide it spread the sky; How glorious to behold! Tinged with a blue of heavenly dye, And decked with sparkling gold. | 3 Almighty power, and equal skill, Shine through the worlds abroad, Our souls with vast amazement fill, And speak the builder, God. | 4 But still the wonders of thy grace Our warmer passions move; Here we behold our Saviour’s face, And here adore his love. | |