Amid the Splendors of Thy State

Amid the splen­dors of Thy state

My God

Thy love ap­pears

With the soft ra­di­ance of the moon

Among a thou­sand stars.

Nature through all her am­ple round

Thy bound­less pow­er pro­claims

And in me­lo­di­ous ac­cent

speaks

The good­ness of Thy names.

Thy jus­tice

ho­li­ness

and truth

Our so­lemn awe ex­cite;

But the sweet charms of sov­er­eign grace

O’erwhelm us with de­light.

Sinai

in clouds

and smoke

and fire

Thunders Thy dread­ful name;

But Sion sings

in melt­ing notes

The hon­ors of the Lamb.

In all Thy doc­trine and com­mands

Thy coun­sels and de­signs

In ev­ery work Thy hands have framed

Thy love su­preme­ly shines.

Angels and men the news pro­claim

Through earth and Heav­en ab­ove

The joy­ful and trans­port­ing news

That God the Lord is love!