Great God! Thy glo­ries shall em­ploy
My ho­ly fear, my hum­ble joy;
My lips in songs of hon­or bring
Their tri­bute to th’eter­nal King.

Earth, and the stars, and worlds un­known,
Depend pre­ca­ri­ous on His throne;
All na­ture hangs up­on His word,
And grace and glo­ry own their Lord.

His so­ve­reign pow­er, what mor­tal knows?
If He com­mand, who dares op­pose?
With strength He girds Him­self around,
And treads the re­bels to the ground.

Who shall pre­tend to teach Him skill,
Or guide the coun­sels of His will?
His wis­dom, like a sea di­vine,
Flows deep and high be­yond our line.

His name is ho­ly, and His eye
Burns with im­mor­tal jea­lou­sy;
He hates the sons of pride, and sheds
His fie­ry ven­geance on their heads.

The beam­ings of His pierc­ing sight
Bring dark hy­po­cri­sy to light;
Death and des­truct­ion nak­ed lie,
And hell un­co­vered to His eye.

Th’eter­nal law be­fore Him stands;
His jus­tice, with im­par­tial hands,
Divides to all their due re­ward,
Or by the scep­ter or the sword.

His mer­cy, like a bound­less sea,
Washes our load of guilt away;
While His own Son came down and died
T’engage His jus­tice on our side.

Each of His words de­mands my faith;
My soul can rest on all He saith;
His truth in­vi­ol­ably keeps
The larg­est promise of His lips.

O tell me, with a gen­tle voice,
Thou art my God, and I’ll re­joice!
Filled with Thy love I dare pro­claim
The bright­est hon­ors of Thy name.