1 Our God, how wondrous are his ways!
How firm his truth, how large his grace!
He takes his mercy for his throne,
and thence he makes his glories known.

2 Not half so high his power hath spread
the starry heav'ns above our head,
as his rich love exceeds our praise,
exceeds the highest hopes we raise.

3 Not half so far hath nature placed
the rising morning from the west,
as his forgiving grace removes
the daily guilt of those he loves.

4 The mighty God, the Wise and Just,
knows tht our frame is feeble dust,
and will no heavy loads impose
beyond the strength that he bestows.

5 He knows how soon our nature dies,
withered by ev'ry wind that flies;
like grass we spring, and die as soon,
or morning flowers that fade at noon.

6 But his eternal love is sure
to all the saints, and shall endure;
from age to age his truth shall reign,
nor children's children hope in vain.