Among the princ­es, earth­ly gods,
There’s none hath pow­er di­vine;
Nor is their na­ture, migh­ty Lord,
Nor are their works like Thine.

The na­tions Thou hast made shall bring
Their of­fer­ings round Thy throne;
For Thou alone dost won­drous things,
For Thou art God alone.

Lord, I would walk with ho­ly feet;
Teach me Thine heav’n­ly ways,
And my poor scat­tered thoughts unite
In God my Fa­ther’s praise.

Great is Thy mer­cy, and my tongue
Shall those sweet won­ders tell,
How by Thy grace my sink­ing soul
Rose from the deeps of hell.