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 hand 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 never change the scheme
That his first thoughts design'd.

4 When he redeemed the sons of men,
He fixed sis 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.