1 Songs of immortal praise belong
To thee, almighty God;
To thee are due our heart, our tongue
To spread thy name abroad.

2 How great the works thy hand has wrought!
How glorious in our sight!
And men in ev'ry age have sought
Thy wonders with delight.

3 How most exact is nature's frame!
How wise th' Eternal Mind!
Thy counsels never change the scheme
That thy first thoughts design'd.

4 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,
That best obeys thy will.