1 Thus saith the High and Lofty One,
|I sit upon my holy throne,
|My name is God, I dwell on high,
|Dwell in my own eternity.
2 |But I descend to worlds below,
|On earth I have a mansion too,
|The humble spirit and contrite
|Is an abode of my delight.
3 |The humble soul my words revive,
|I bid the mourning sinner live,
|Heal all the broken hearts I find,
|And ease the sorrows of the mind.
4 |When I contend against their sin
|I make them know how vile they've been;
|But should my wrath for ever smoke,
|Their souls would sink beneath my stroke.|]
5 O may thy pardoning grace be nigh,
Lest we should faint, despair, and die!
Thus shall our better thoughts approve
The methods of thy chastening love.