O God, how wide Thy glory shines,
How high Thy wonders rise!
Known through the earth by thousand signs,
By thousands through the skies.

Those mighty orbs proclaim Thy power
Their motions speak Thy skill:
And on the wings of every hour,
We read Thy patience still.

Part of Thy name divinely stands
On every work impressed;
Each is the labor of Thy hands,
By each Thy power’s confessed.

But when we view Thy strange design
To save rebellious worms,
Where vengeance and compassion join
In their divinest forms:

Here Thy bright character is known,
Nor dares a creature guess
Which of the glories brightest shone–
The justice or the grace.

Now the full glories of the Lamb
Adorn the heavenly throne,
While saints on earth that know His name,
Their Lord and Savior own.

How blest are we, who have a part
In the immortal song;
Wonder and joy become our heart,
And praise and thanks, our tongue.