1 And now the wants are told, that brought
thy children to thy knee;
here lingering still, we ask for naught,
but simply worship thee.

2 The hope of heaven’s eternal days
absorbs not all the heart
that gives thee glory, love, and praise,
for being what thou art.

3 For thou art God, the One, the Same,
o’er all things high and bright;
and round us, when we speak thy name,
there spreads a heaven of light.

4 O wondrous peace, in thought to dwell
on excellence Divine;
to know that nought in man can tell
how fair thy beauties shine!

5 O thou, above all blessing blest,
o’er thanks exalted far,
thy very greatness is a rest
to weaklings as we are;

6 For when we feel the praise of thee
a task beyond our powers,
we say, 'a perfect God is he,
and he is fully ours.'

7 All glory to the Father be,
all glory to the Son,
all glory, Holy Ghost, to thee,
while endless ages run.