Great Sovereign Lord, What Human Eye
Samuel Boyce,
1812
Great sovereign Lord, what human eye
Amidst Thy works can
rove,
And not Thy liberal hand espy,
Nor trace Thy bounteous
love?
Each star that gilds the heavenly frame,
On earth each verdant
clod,
In language loud to men proclaim
The great and bounteous
God.
The lesson each revolving year
Repeats in various ways;
Rich
Thy provisions, Lord, appear;
The poor shall shout Thy praise.
Our
fruitful fields and pastures tell,
Of man and beast Thy care;
The thriving
corn Thy breezes fill,
Thy breath perfumes the air.
But oh, what human
eye can trace,
Or human heart conceive,
The greater riches of Thy
grace
Impoverished souls receive?
Love everlasting has not
spared
Its best beloved Son;
And in Him endless life prepared,
For
souls by sin undone.
