1 Father, how wide thy Glory shines!
How high thy Wonders rise!
Known thro' the Earth by Thousand Signs,
By Thousand thro' the Skies.

2 Those mighty Orbs proclaim thy Pow'r,
Their Motions speak thy Skill;
And on the Wings of ev'ry Hour
We read thy Patience still;

3 Part of thy Name divinely Stands
On all thy Creatures writ,
They shews the Labour of thy hands,
The Impress of thy Feet.

4 But when we View thy grand Design
To save rebellious Worms,
Where Wisdom Pow'r and Goodness shine,
In their most glorious Forms;

5 Our Thoughts are lost in rev'rend Awe;
We Love, and we adore;
Thy holy Angels never saw
So much of GOD before.

6 Here GOD hath made his Nature known,
And Thought can never trace,
Which of his Glories brightest shone,
In our Redeemer's Face.

7 O the sweet Myst'ries of that Cross
Where Jesus lov'd and dy'd,
Her noblest Life my Spirit draws
From his dear wounded Side.

8 Now the full Glories of the LAMB
Adorn the heav'nly Plains;
Sweet Cherubs learn Immanuel's Name,
And try their choicest Strains.

9 O may I bear some humble Part
In that immortal Song!
Wonder and Joy shall tune my Heart,
And love command my Tongue.