When I ascend the lofty Throne

When I ascend the lofty Throne Where God my great Creator stands, I must admire, I must adore, The God who made both Sea and Land; And when the glorious Host I see With vailed Faces round the Throne, With the innumerable Saints, Before his Feet I cast my Crown. O who is there that can conceive How the eternal God should move On Wings of Mercy, Love and Grace, In his Eternity of Love! O how secure his Counsel stands, To our apostate fallen Race, In his sweet Bowels of Peace and Love, From the Eternity of Days. Before the Mountains were brought forth, Or he had form'd the Sea or Land, His Love was flowing forth to us Apostate Sons in foreign Land, According to his bless'd Decree, The lovely Lord Redeemer came, And by him Life to us was given, Even by the Lamb that once was slain.