The Majesty of God

He weighs the mountains in His
scales And in the balance too He
comprehends the dust of earth
His measures are all true.
The infinitely great and small With
counsel He assumes. No wavering
thought or change of plan; His
steadfastness illumes.

And in His law of life and grace
Just balance He commands.
‘Til nothing more or nothing less
But justice He demands.
The offering of the lame, the blind
The sick, diseased, or torn
The rightness of His holy claim
To treat deceit with scorn.

But What of those our inmost
thought ? Ne’er known to those
around. While clad in virtuous robes
all seen Yet in the heart abound
The rites of Pharisaical praise The
love of transient life. The loveless
tones in songs of praise
Concealing thoughts of strife.

‘Til time for evening sacrifice
With all the gracious thought.
Renewed in faith through earnest
prayer We plead the wrongs we’ve
wrought May be washed from their
scarlet stain And cleansed white like
to snow. Restored to sing salvations
songs The peace of God to know.