♪ Keep silence all created things
♪ ♪ And wait your maker's nod ♪ ♪ My soul stands trembling
while she sings ♪ ♪ The glories of her God ♪ ♪ Life, death and
hell and worlds unknown ♪ ♪ Hang on his firm decree ♪ He sits
on no precarious throne, nor asks a cent to be Chained to
his throne, a volume lies with all the fates of men With every
angel's form and size Drawn by the eternal pen His providence
unfolds the book And makes his counsel shine Each opening leaf
and every stroke Fulfills some deep design Here he exalts neglected
worms To kingship and a crown And then the following page he
turns And treads the monarch down My God, I would not long
to see My fate with curious eyes What gloom Lines are read for
me or what bright scenes may rise In your pure book of life
and grace Oh may I find my name Recorded in some humble place
Beneath my Lord the Lamb