Thou Art, O God! A Spirit Pure

Thou art

O God! a Spir­it pure

Invisible to mor­tal eyes;

Th’immortal

and th’eter­nal King

The great

the good

the only wise.

Whilst na­ture chang­es

and her works

Corrupt

de­cay

dis­solve and die

Thy es­sence pure no change shall see

Secure of im­mor­tal­ity.

Thou great in­vi­si­ble! what hand

Can draw Thy im­age spot­less fair?

To what in Heav­en

to what on earth

Can men th’im­mor­tal King com­pare?

Let stu­pid hea­thens frame their gods

Of gold and sil­ver

wood and stone;

Ours is the God that made the heav­ens

Jehovah He

and God alone.

My soul

Thy pur­est hom­age pay

In truth and spir­it Him ad­ore;

More shall this please than sac­ri­fice

Than out­ward forms de­light Him more.