Mighty God! while angels bless thee

Mighty God! while angels bless thee,May a mortal lisp thy name?Lord of men, as well as angels!Thou art every creature's theme:

Lord of every land and nation!Ancient of eternal days!Sounded through the wide creationBe thy just and awful praise.

For the grandeur of thy nature—Grand, beyond a seraph's thought;For the wonders of creation,Works with skill and kindness wrought;

For thy providence, that governsThrough thine empire's wide domain,Wings an angel, guides a sparrow,—Blessed be thy gentle reign.

For thy rich, thy free redemption—Bright, though vailed in darkness long—Thought is poor, and poor, expression;Who can sing that wondrous song?

Christ the brightness of thy glory,By thy mercy came to die;How can mortal tongue be silent?How can praise unuttered lie?

Leaving all his exaltation,Bearing all our sin and woe,—O, what love divine was shown us!Flow, my praise, forever flow.