94 ~ Nature With Open Volume Stands


Nature with open volume stands, To spread its Maker's praise abroad; And every labor of His hands Shows something worthy of our God.


But in the grace that rescued us His brightest form of glory shines; 'Tis fairest drawn upon the cross In precious blood and crimson lines.


Here His whole name appears complete. Nor wit can guess, nor reason prove, Which of the letters best is writ, The pow'r, the wisdom, or the love.


We would forever speak His name In sounds to mortal ears unknown, With angels join to praise the Lamb, And worship at His Father's throne.