I. Watts


TO God, the only wise,

Our Savior and our King,

Let all the saints below the skies,

Their humble praises bring.


’Tis His almighty love,

His counsel and His care,

Preserves us safe from sin and death,

And every hurtful snare.


He will present our souls,

Unblemished and complete,

Before the glory of His face,

With joys divinely great.


Then all the chosen seed

Shall meet around the throne,

Shall bless the conduct of His grace,

And make His wonders known.


Icon for the CC0 (Creative Commons Zero) license

To the extent possible under law, Various has waived all copyright and related or neighboring rights to Hymns and Spiritual Songs, except where otherwise noted.