1 Father, how wide thy glory shines!
How high thy wonders rise!
Known thro' the earth by thousand signs,
By thousand thro' the skies.

2 [Part of thy name divinely stands
On all thy creatures writ,
They shew the labour of thy hands,
Or impress of thy feet.]

3 But when we view thy strange design
To save rebellious worms,
Where vengeance and compassion join,
In their divinest forms;

4 Our thoughts are lost in reverend awe;
We love and we adore;
The first arch-angel never saw
So much of God before.

5 Here the whole Deity is known,
Nor dares a creature guess
Which of the glories brightest shone,
The justice or the grace.

6 [When sinners broke the Father's laws,
The dying Son atones;
O, the dear mysteries of his cross!
The triumph of his groans!]

7 Now the full glories of the Lamb
Adorn the heavenly plains;
Sweet cherubs learn Immanuel's name,
And try their choicest strains.

8 O may I bear some humble part
In that immortal song!
Wonder and joy shall tune my heart,
And love command my tongue.