| My God, how wonderful Thou art, Thy majesty how bright, How beautiful Thy mercy-seat, In depths of burning light! | | How dread are Thine eternal years, O everlasting Lord; By prostrate spirits day and night Incessantly adored! | | How wonderful, how beautiful, The sight of Thee must be, Thine endless wisdom, boundless power And awful purity! | | O how I fear Thee, living God, With deepest, tenderest fears, And worship Thee with trembling hope, And penitential tears! | | Yet I may love Thee too, O Lord, Almighty as Thou art, For Thou hast stooped to ask of me The love of my poor heart. | |