Nature With Open Volume Stands

Verse 1

Nature with open volume stands
To spread her Maker's praise abroad;
And every labor of His hands
Shows something worthy of a God.

Verse 1

Nature with open volume stands
To spread its Maker's praise abroad;
And every labor of His hands
Shows something worthy of a God.

Verse 2

But in the grace that rescues man
His brightest form of glory shines;
Here on the cross 'tis fairest drawn
In precious blood and crimson lines.

Verse 2

But in the grace that rescued us
His brightest form of glory shines;
Here on the cross 'tis fairest drawn
In precious blood and crimson lines.

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Verse 3

Here His whole name appears complete;
Nor wit can guess, nor reason prove
Which of the letters best is writ,
The power, the wisdom, or the love.

Verse 3

O, the sweet wonders of that cross,
Where Christ, the Saviour, loved and died!
Her noblest life my spirit draws
From his dear wounds and bleeding side.

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Verse 4

I would forever speak His name
In tones to mortal ears unknown,
With angels join to praise the Lamb,
And worship at His Father's throne.

Verse 4

We would forever speak His name
In sounds to mortal ears unknown,
With angels join to praise the Lamb,
And worship at His Father's throne.