3 Which of the sons of Adam dare,
Or angels, with their God compare? 
His glories how divinely bright,
Who dwells in uncreated light!

4 Behold his love:  he stoops to view
What saints above and angels do;
And condescends yet more to know
The mean affairs of men below.

5 From dust and cottages obscure
His grace exalts the humble poor;
Gives them the honour of his sons,
And fits them for their heavenly thrones.

6 [A word of his creating voice
Can make the barren house rejoice: 
Tho’ Sarah’s ninety years were past,
The promis’d seed is born at last.

7 With joy the mother views her son, And tells the wonders God has done:  Faith may grow strong when sense despairs, If nature fails, the promise bears.]

Psalm 114. 
Miracles attending Israel’s journey.

1 When Israel, freed from Pharaoh’s hand,
Left the proud tyrant and his land,
The tribes with cheerful homage own
Their King, and Judah was his throne.

2 Across the deep their journey lay;
The deep divides to make them way: 
Jordan beheld their march, and fled
With backward current to his head.

3 The mountains shook like frighted sheep,
Like lambs the little hillocks leap;
Not Sinai on her base could stand,
Conscious of sovereign power at hand.

4 What power could make the deep divide? 
Make Jordan backward roll his tide? 
Why did ye leap, ye little hills? 
And whence the fright that Sinai feels?

5 Let every mountain, every flood,
Retire and know th’ approaching God,
The king of Israel:  see him here;
Tremble, thou earth, adore and fear.

6 He thunders, and all nature mourns, The rock to standing pools he turns; Flints spring with fountains at his word, And fires and seas confess the Lord.

Psalm 115:1.  First Metre. 
The true God our refuge;
or, Idolatry reproved.

1 Not to ourselves, who are but dust,
Not to ourselves is glory due,
Eternal God, thou only just,
Thou only gracious, wise, and true.

2 Shine forth in all thy dreadful Name;
Why should a heathen’s haughty tongue
Insult us, and to raise our shame
Say, “Where’s the God you’ve serv’d so long?”

3 The God we serve maintains his throne
Above the clouds, beyond the skies,
Thro’ all the earth his will is done,
He knows our groans, he hears our cries.

4 But the vain idols they adore Are senseless shapes of stone and wood; At best a mass of glittering ore, A silver saint, or golden god.

5 [With eyes, and ears they carve their head, Deaf are their ears, their eyes are blind; In vain are costly offerings made, And vows are scatter’d in the wind.

6 Their feet were never made to move,
Nor hands to save when mortals pray;
Mortals that pay them fear or love
Seem to be blind and deaf as they.]