Behold
the potter and the clay,
He
forms his vessels as he please:
Such
is our God, and such are we,
The
subjects of his high decrees.
Does
not the potter's
power extend
O'er
all the clay,
and
how
to choose
To
mold it for a nobler end,
Or
which to leave for common
use?
The
glory of his righteousness.
The
power
of His might
The
wisdom of His holiness
Are
all perfect and right
For
He shall
make his justice known,
The
world will
bow before
his throne
With
joy or terror all
shall
confess
The
glory of his righteousness.
May
not the sovereign Lord on high
Dispense
his favors as he will,
Choose
some to life, while others die,
And
yet be just and gracious still?
What
if he means to show his grace,
And
his electing love employs
To
choose
some
of our
mortal
race,
And
fit their
souls for
heavenly
joys?
The
glory of his righteousness.
The
power
of His might
The
wisdom of His holiness
Are
all perfect and right
For
He shall
make his justice known,
The
world will
bow before
his throne
With
joy or terror all
shall
confess
The
glory of his righteousness.
Romans
9: 20-23
After
Isaac Watts
Anthony
Foster
July
9, 2018
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