God’s Glory Is a Wondrous Thing

God’s glo­ry is a won­drous thing

Most strange in all its ways;

And

of all things on earth

least like

What men agree to praise.

Workman of God

O lose not heart

But learn what God is like!

And

in the dark­est bat­tle­field

Thou shalt know where to strike.

O blest is he to whom is giv­en

The in­stinct that can tell

That God is on the field when He

Is most in­vi­si­ble!

Blest too is he who can di­vine

Where real right doth lie

And dares to take the side that seems

Wrong to man’s blind­fold eye.

For right is right

since God is God;

And right the day must win;

To doubt would be dis­loy­al­ty

To fal­ter would be sin.