Hymn CCL. Long Metre. God Dwelling with the Humble

Thus faith the high and lofty one, "I sit upon my holy throne; My name is God, I dwell on high, Dwell in my own eternity.

"But I descend to worlds below, On earth I have a mansion too; The humble spirit and contrite, Is an abode of my delight.

"The humble soul my words revive, I bid the mourning sinner live; Heal all the broken hearts I find, And ease the sorrows of the mind.

"When I contend against their sin, I make them know how vile thye've been; But should my wrath forever smoke, Their souls would sink beneath the stroke."

O may thy pard'ning grace be nigh, Lest we should faint, despair and die; Thus shall our better tho'ts approve, The methods of thy chastening love.