LXXVII. The Excellency of the Righteous, with Regard to their Temper. Part 1st

HOW glorious, LORD, art thou!
How bright thy Splendors shine!
Whose Rays reflected gild thy Saints
With Ornaments divine.

With Lowliness, and Love,
Wisdom and Courage meet;
The grateful Heart, the chearful Eye,
How rev'rend and how sweet!

In Beauties such as these,
Thy Children now are drest;
But brighter Habits shall they wear
In Regions of the Blest.

In Nature's barren Soil,
Who could such Glories raise?
We own, O GOD, the Work is thine,
And thine be all the Praise.