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 creation
Be 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 governs
Through 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.