CXXVIII. Glorying in GOD alone.

THE righteous LORD, supremely great,
Maintains his universal State;
O'er all the Earth his Pow'r extends;
All Heav'n before his Footstool bends.

Yet Justice still with Pow'r presides,
And Mercy all his Empire guides;
Such Works are pleasing in his Sight,
And such the Men of his Delight.

No more, ye Wise, your Wisdom boast:
No more, ye Strong, your Valour trust:
Nor let the Rich survey his Store,
Elate with Heaps of shining Ore.

Glory, my Soul, in this alone,
That GOD, thy GOD, to thee is known,
That thou hast own'd his sov'reign Sway,
That thou hast felt his chearing Ray.

My Wisdom Wealth and Pow'r I find
In one Jehovah all combin'd;
On him I fix my roving Eyes,
Till all my Soul in Rapture rise.

All else, which I my Treasure call,
May in one fatal Moment fall;
But what his Happiness can move,
Whom GOD the blessed deigns to love?