1 When the eternal bows the skies,
To visit earthly things,
With scorn divine he turns his eyes
From towers of haughty kings:

2 He bids his awful chariot roll
Far downward from the skies,
To visit every humble soul,
With pleasure in his eyes.

3 Why should the Lord that reigns above
Disdain so lofty kings?
Say, Lord, and why such looks of love
Upon such worthless things?

4 Mortals, be dumb; what creature dares
Dispute his awful will?
Ask no account of his affairs,
But tremble, and be still.

5 Just like his nature is his grace,
All sovereign, and all free;
Great God, how searchless are thy ways;
How deep thy judgments be!