1 There was an hour when Christ rejoic'd,
And spoke his joy in words of praise;
|Father, I thank thee, mighty God,
|Lord of the earth, and heavens, and seas.
2 |I thank thy sovereign power and love,
|That crowns my doctrine with success;
|And makes the babes in knowledge learn
|The heights, and breadths, and lengths of grace.
3 |But all this glory lies conceal'd
|From men of prudence and of wit;
|The prince of darkness blinds their eyes,
|And their own pride resists the light.
4 |Father, 'tis thus, because thy will
|Chose and ordain'd it should be so;
|T'is thy delight t' abase the proud,
|And lay the haughty scorner low.
5 |There's none can know the Father right
|But those who learn it from the Son;
|Nor can the Son be well receiv'd,
But where the Father makes him known.|
6 Then let our souls adore our God
That deals his graces as he please,
Nor gives to mortals an account
Or of his actions, or decrees.