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(184) Creating Wisdom.
Eternal Wisdom! thee we praise,
Thee the creation sings;
With thy loved name, rocks, hills, and seas,
And heaven’s high palace rings.
2 Thy hand, how wide it spread the sky!
How glorious to behold!
Tinged with a blue of heavenly dye,
And starred with sparkling gold.
3 Infinite strength and equal skill
Shine through the worlds abroad;
Our souls with vast amazement fill,
And speak the builder—God.
4 But the sweet beauties of thy grace
Our softer passions move;
Pity divine, in Jesus’ face,
We see, adore, and love.
Isaac Watts, 1705.