Great God of won­ders! All Thy ways
Are match­less, god­like and di­vine;
But the fair glo­ries of Thy grace
More god­like and un­ri­valed shine,
More god­like and un­ri­valed shine.

Crimes of such hor­ror to for­give,
Such guil­ty, dar­ing worms to spare;
This is Thy grand pre­ro­ga­tive,
And none shall in the hon­or share,
And none shall in the hon­or share.

Angels and men, re­sign your claim
To pi­ty, mer­cy, love and grace:
These glo­ries crown Je­ho­vah’s name
With an in­com­pa­ra­ble glaze
With an in­com­pa­ra­ble glaze.

In won­der lost, with trem­bling joy,
We take the par­don of our God:
Pardon for crimes of deep­est dye,
A par­don bought with Je­sus’ blood,
A par­don bought with Je­sus’ blood.

O may this strange, this match­less grace,
This god­like mi­ra­cle of love,
Fill the whole earth with grate­ful praise,
And all th’an­gel­ic choirs above,
And all th’an­gel­ic choirs above.

Who is a par­don­ing God like Thee?
Or who has grace so rich and free?
Or who has grace so rich and free?