O God, Most Holy Are Thy Ways

O God

most ho­ly are Thy ways

And who like Thee de­serves my praise?

Thou on­ly do­est won­drous things

The whole wide world Thy glo­ry sings;

Thine out­stretched arm Thy peo­ple saved

Though sore dis­tressed and long en­slaved.

O God

from Thee the wa­ters fled

The depths were moved with migh­ty dread

The swell­ing clouds their tor­rents poured

And o’er the earth the tem­pest roared;

’Mid light­ning’s flash and thun­der’s sound

Great trem­bling shook the sol­id ground.

Thy way was in the sea

O God

Through migh­ty waters

deep and broad;

None un­der­stood but God alone

To man Thy foot­steps were un­known;

But safe Thy peo­ple Thou didst keep

Almighty Shep­herd of Thy sheep.