Thou from whom all being sprang,
Thou on whom all creatures hang,
Thine eter­nal will must be
Nature’s moral harmony.

That all-perfect law maintains
Holy bliss, where’er it reigns.
Happy all who so fulfill,
Willingly, their maker’s will.

By what dire mysterious force,
Swerving from their proper course,
Did created wills begin
Discord, misery, and sin?

There are regions near Thy throne
Where all evil is unknown.
Angels who excel in might,
Find Thy service pure delight.

All those glo­ri­ous hosts above
Do Thy word on wings of love.
Each, in his assigned employ,
Finds a plenitude of joy.

Father of eter­nal grace,
Thou hast loved man’s rebel race.
Let Thy will, through Christ, Thy Son,
As in Heav’n, on earth be done.

Here in vain Thy law is known,
Heard in thunder, graved on stone.
By Thy grace Thy will impart:
Write Thy law on every heart.

Let Thy reconciling word
By all tribes of men be heard.
Give the new creation birth:
Let Thy will be done on earth.