Isaac Watts · 716 of 724

Hymn 38

I give immortal praise To God the Father's love, For all my comforts here, And better hopes above: He sent his own Eternal Son To die for sins That man had done.

To God the Son belongs Immortal glory too, Who bought us with his blood From everlasting woe: And now he lives, And now he reigns, And sees the fruit Of all his pains.

To God the Spirit's name Immortal worship give, Whose new-creating power Makes the dead sinner live: His work completes The great design, And fills the soul With joy divine.

Almighty God! to thee Be endless honors done, The undivided Three, And the mysterious One: Where reason fails With all her powers, There faith prevails And love adores.