1 Songs of immortal praise belong
to my almighty God:
He hath my heart, and he my tongue,
To spread his name abroad.

2 How great the works his hands hath wrought!
How glorious in our sight!
And men in ev'ry age have sought
His wonders with delight.

3 How most exact is nature's frame!
How wise th' eternal Mind!
His counsels need not change the scheme
That his first thoughts design'd.

4 When he redeem'd the sons of men,
He fix'd his cov'nant sure:
The orders, that his lips pronounce,
To endless years endure.

5. Nature, and time, and earth, and skies,
Thy heav'nly skill proclaim.
What shall we do to make us wise,
But learn to read thy name?

6 To fear thy pow'r, to trust thy grace,
Is our divinest skill;
And he's the wisest of our race,
Who best obeys thy will.