(Ps. 147:5.)

Great, great indeed, O Lord, art Thou,
As all Thy works so fully prove:
Thou didst the countless worlds create
And make them in their order move;
And still Thou dost their course direct,
And from destruction them protect.

At Thy creative power and skill
We stand astounded, and adore;
But when we gaze at Calvary,
And all its wealth of love explore,
We prostrate fall before Thy face
And worship Thee for boundless grace.

For man's redemption Thou hast died
Upon that suffering cross of shame,
And all whose hearts are won by grace
Rejoice and triumph in Thy name:
And soon thy saints with Thee above
Shall praise Thee for Thy matchless love!

Then, from those heavens Thou shalt come
To this dark scene where Thou wast slain;
Thy mighty power shall conquer sin,
And o'er creation Thou shalt reign.
All men, and demons, then shall see
How great Thy power and majesty.

What mortals will not now believe,
Thy power shall then compel to know;
Proud unbelief shall pale and die
When rocks and hills reel to and fro;
Thy presence and Thy flaming sword
Shall vanquish Satan and his horde.

With foes over thrown, and Satan cast
Into that fiery, dark abyss,
Thou shalt be LORD o'er worlds above,
And king and sovereign over this:
Thy kingdom-boundaries shall extend
To countless worlds, and know no end.

Faith longs to see Thee crowned and throned,
And all creation own Thy sway-
All hostile strivings hushed and quelled,
Sin, death and darkness swept away!
Then, come, O Lord! Thy kingdom claim,
Let boundless honors crown Thy name!

C. C. Crowston