Sung during the Sunday worship at the Metropolitan Tabernacle, London (Spurgeon’s).
Hymn 388 from our hymn book, Psalms & Hymns of Reformed Worship.
THOU God of glorious majesty,
To Thee, O Judge of all, to Thee,
A worm of earth, I cry;
A wandering, foolish child of man,
An heir of endless bliss or pain,
A sinner born to die!
Here on a narrow neck of land,
’Twixt two unbounded seas I stand,
Yet so insensible!
A point of time, a moment’s space,
Removes me to that heavenly place,
Or shuts me up in hell.
O God, mine inmost soul convert,
And deeply on my thoughtful heart
Eternal things impress;
Give me to feel their solemn weight,
And tremble on the brink of fate,
And wake to righteousness.
Be this my one great business here,
With serious industry and fear,
Eternal bliss to ensure;
Thy pardoning love on me bestow,
That I may find Thee here below,
And to the end endure.
Then, Saviour, then my soul receive,
Transported from this earth to live
And reign with Thee above;
Where faith is sweetly lost in sight,
And hope in full supreme delight,
And everlasting love.
Author: Charles Wesley (1707-88)
Composer: Lowell Mason (1792-1872) altd.