1 Great God, thy glories shall employ My holy fear, my humble joy; My lips in songs of honour bring Their tribute to th' eternal King.
[2 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.]
3 [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.]
4 [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.]
5 [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.]
6 [The beamings of his piercing sight Bring dark hypocrisy to light; Death and destruction naked lie, And hell uncover'd to his eye.]
7 [Th' eternal law before him stands; His justice with impartial hands Divides to all their due reward, Or by the sceptre or the sword.]
8 [His mercy like a boundless sea Washes our loads of guilt away, While his own Son came down and dy'd, T' engage his justice on our side.]
9 [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.]
10 O tell me with a gentle voice, "Thou art my God," and I'll rejoice! Fill'd with thy love, I dare proclaim The brightest honours of thy Name.