Great God, how in­fin­ite art Thou!
What worth­less worms are we!
Let the whole race of crea­tures bow,
And pay their praise to Thee.

Thy throne eter­nal ag­es stood,
Ere seas or stars were made:
Thou art the ev­er liv­ing God,
Were all the na­tions dead.

Nature and time quite nak­ed lie
To Thine im­mense sur­vey,
From the for­ma­tion of the sky
To the great burn­ing day.

Eternity, with all its years,
Stands pre­sent in Thy view;
To Thee there’s no­thing old ap­pears;
Great God! There’s no­thing new.

Our lives through var­ious scenes are drawn,
And vexed with trif­ling cares;
While Thine eter­nal thought moves on
Thine un­dis­turbed af­fairs.

Great God, how in­fin­ite art Thou!
What worth­less worms are we!
Let the whole race of crea­tures bow,
And pay their praise to Thee.