1 What are the heavens, O God of heaven?
Thou art more bright, more high:
What are bright stars, and brighter saints,
To Thy bright majesty?

2 Thou'rt far above the songs of heaven,
Sung by the holy ones;
And dost Thou stoop and bow Thine ear
To a poor sinner's groans?

3 My precious Saviour's guiltless Blood
First washed away my sin,
And Thy Eternal Spirit was
My Advocate within.

4 It could not be that Thou should'st hear
A mortal, sinful worm;
But that my prayers presented are
In a most glorious form.

5 Thou heard'st my prayer for Jesus' sake,
Whom Thou dost hear always:
Lord, hear through that prevailing Name
My voice of joy and praise.