Great God, Thy Glories Shall Employ

Great God! Thy glo­ries shall em­ploy

My ho­ly fear

my hum­ble joy;

My lips in songs of hon­or bring

Their tri­bute to th’eter­nal King.

Earth

and the stars

and worlds un­known

Depend pre­ca­ri­ous on His throne;

All na­ture hangs up­on His word

And grace and glo­ry own their Lord.

His sov­er­eign pow­er

what mor­tal knows?

If He com­mand

who dares op­pose?

With strength He girds Him­self around

And treads the re­bels to the ground.

Who shall pre­tend to teach Him skill

Or guide the coun­sels of His will?

His wis­dom

like a sea di­vine

Flows deep and high be­yond our line.

His name is ho­ly

and His eye

Burns with im­mor­tal jea­lou­sy;

He hates the sons of pride

and sheds

His fie­ry ven­geance on their heads.

The beam­ings of His pierc­ing sight

Bring dark hy­po­cri­sy to light;

Death and des­truct­ion nak­ed lie

And hell un­co­vered to His eye.

Th’eter­nal law be­fore Him stands;

His jus­tice

with im­par­tial hands

Divides to all their due re­ward

Or by the scep­ter or the sword.

His mer­cy

like a bound­less sea

Washes our load of guilt away;

While His own Son came down and died

T’engage His jus­tice on our side.

Each of His words de­mands my faith;

My soul can rest on all He saith;

His truth in­vi­ol­ab­ly keeps

The larg­est pro­mise of His lips.

O tell me

with a gen­tle voice

Thou art my God

and I’ll re­joice!

Filled with Thy love I dare pro­claim

The bright­est hon­ors of Thy name.