Great God, How Infinite Art Thou! from Psalm 102 Isaac Watts (1674-1748)

WINDSOR (C.M.) Christopher Tye (ca.1508-1572)

Great God, how in-fi-nite art Thou!
   How poor and weak are we!
Let the whole race of crea-tures bow,
   And pay their praise to Thee.

Thy throne e-ter-nal a-ges stood,
   Ere seas or stars were made;
Thou art the ev-er-liv-ing God,
   Were all the na-tions dead.

E-ter-ni-ty, with all its years,
   Stands pres-ent in Thy view;
To Thee there's no-thing old ap-pears;
   To Thee there's no-thing new.

Our lives through var-ious scenes are drawn,
   And vexed with tri-fling cares;
While Thine e-ter-nal thought moves on
   Thine un-dis-turbed af-fairs.

Great God, how in-fi-nite art Thou!
   How poor and weak are we!
Let the whole race of crea-tures bow,
   And pay their praise to Thee.