Father! how wide thy glory shines!

How high thy wonders rise!

Known through the earth by thousand signs,

By thousand through the skies.

2 Those mighty orbs proclaim thy power,

Their motions speak thy skill;

And on the wings of every hour,

We read thy patience still.

3 But when we view thy strange design

To save rebellious worms,

Where justice and compassion join

In their divinest forms,

4 Our thoughts are lost in reverent awe,

We love and we adore;

The brightest angel never saw

So much of God before.

5 Here the whole Deity is known;

But thought can never trace

Which of the glories brighter shine,

The justice, or the grace.

6 Now the full glories of the Lamb

Adorn the heavenly plains:

Bright seraphs learn Immanuel’s name,

And try their choicest strains.

7 O! may I bear some humble part

In that immortal song;

Wonder and joy shall tune my heart,

And love command my tongue.