Measures of God
wrath the seven vials hold,
The seven trumps His judgments sound;
can span the love of God,
And what His goodness bound?
seven woes shall have an end,
The seven plagues His hand shall stay:
when shall His compassions fail,
His kindness pass away?
dust of earth He measures out,
He numbers all the stars of space,
scales the mountains weigh;
But what can weigh His grace?
fingers spread the heavens forth,
He cups the seas within His hand;
who His mercies can compute;
Unnumbered as the sand?
wickedness of men shall pass,|
And death shall die, and wars shall cease;
still His covenant shall stand
Of righteousness and peace.
when men's measured thread is spun,
His finished tale of days is told,
all earth's numbered years are done
And Time itself grows old,
shall God's long eternities
Their unmarked course have yet to run,
Be only just begun.
145:10 All thy works shall praise thee, O LORD; and thy saints shall bless thee.
11 They shall speak of the glory of thy kingdom, and talk of thy power;
To make known to the sons of men his mighty acts,
and the glorious majesty
of his kingdom.
13 Thy kingdom is an everlasting kingdom, and thy dominion
endureth throughout all generations.
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