Father, how wide thy glory shines

Father, how wide thy glory shines!How high thy wonders rise!Known through the earth by countless signs,By countless through the skies.Those mighty orbs proclaim thy power,Their motions speak thy skill;And on the wings of every hourWe read thy patience still.

But, when we view thy strange designTo save rebellious worms,Where vengeance and compassion joinIn their divinest forms,—Here the whole Deity is known;Nor dares a creature guessWhich of the glories brightest shone—The justice, or the grace.

Now while the glories of the LambAdorn the heavenly plains;While seraphs chant Immanuel's name,And try their choicest strains,O may I bear some humble partIn that immortal song!Wonder and joy shall tune my heart,And love command my tongue.