1 Mighty God, while angels bless Thee,
May a mortal lisp Thy name?
Lord of men as well as angels,
Thou art ev'ry creature’s theme.
Lord of ev'ry land and nation,
Ancient of eternal days,
Sounded thro' the wide creation
Be Thy just and endless praise.

2 For the grandeur of Thy nature,
Grant 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
Blessèd be Thy gentle reign.

3 But Thy rich, Thy free redemption,
Bright, though veiled in darkness long;
Thought is poor, and poor expression,
Who can sing that wondrous song?
Brightness of the Father’s glory,
Shall Thy praise unuttered lie?
Break, my tongue, such guilty silence,
Sing the Lord who came to die.

4 From the highest throne of glory
To the cross of deepest woe,
Thou didst stoop to ransom captives;
Flow my praise, forever flow.
Reascend, immortal Savior,
Leave Thy footstool, take Thy throne;
Thence return, and reign forever,
Be the kingdom all Thine own.