I have seen an end of all perfection: but Thy commandment is exceeding broad. Psalm 119:96
Words: Isaac Watts, The Psalms of David 1719.
Imperfection of nature, and perfection of Scripture.
Music: Providence Solomon W. Straub, 1874 (🔊 pdf nwc).
If you know where to get a good photo of Straub (head-and-shoulders, at least 200×300 pixels), would you ?
Let all the heathen writers join
To form one perfect book;
Great God, if once compared with Thine,
How mean their writings look!
Not the most perfect rules they gave
Could show one sin forgiv’n,
Nor lead a step beyond the grave;
But Thine conduct to Heav’n.
I’ve seen an end to what we call
Perfection here below;
How short the powers of nature fall,
And can no further go:
Yet men would fain be just with God
By works their hands have wrought;
But Thy commands, exceeding broad,
Extend to every thought.
In vain we boast perfection here,
While sin defiles our frame,
And sinks our virtues down so far,
They scarce deserve the name.
Our faith and love, and every grace
Fall far below Thy Word;
But perfect truth and righteousness
Dwell only with the Lord.