1 Be thou exalted, O my God,
Above the heav'ns where angels dwell;
Thy pow'r on earth be known abroad,
And land to land thy wonders tell.

2 My heart is fix'd; my tongue shall raise
Immortal honours to thy name;
Awake, my tongue, to sound his praise —
My tongue, the glory of my frame.

3 In thee, my God, are all the springs
Of boundless love, and grace unknown;
All the rich blessings Nature brings
Are gifts descending from thy throne.

4 High o'er the earth thy goodness reigns,
and reaches to the utmost sky;
Thy truth to endless years remains,
When lower worlds dissolve and die.

5 Be thou exalted, O my God,
Above the heav'ns, where angels dwell;
Thy pow'r on earth be known abroad,
And land to land thy wonders tell.