O Lord My God! How Great Art Thou!

O Lord my God! how great art Thou!

With hon­or and with glo­ry crowned;

Light’s dazz­ling splen­dors veil Thy brow

And gird the uni­verse around.

Spirits and an­gels Thou hast made;

Thy min­is­ters a flam­ing fire;

By Thee were earth’s foun­da­tions laid;

At Thy re­buke the floods re­tire.

Thine are the fount­ains of the deep;

By Thee their wa­ters swell or fail;

Up to the mount­ain’s sum­mit creep

Or shrink be­neath the low­ly vale.

Thy fin­gers mark their ut­most found;

That bound the wa­ters may not pass;

Their mois­ture swells the teem­ing ground

And paints the va­lleys o’er with grass.

The wav­ing har­vest

Lord

is Thine;

The vine­yard

and the ol­ive’s juice;

Corn

wine

and oil

by Thee com­bine

Life

glad­ness

beau­ty

pro­duce.

The moon for sea­sons Thou hast made

The sun for change of day and night;

Of dark­ness Thine the deep­est shade

And Thine the day’s me­ri­di­an light.

O Lord

Thy works are all di­vine;

In wis­dom hast Thou made them all;

Earth’s teem­ing mul­ti­tudes are Thine;

Thine—peo­pled oceans great and small.

All these on Thee for life de­pend;

Thy Spir­it speaks

and they are born;

They ga­ther what Thy boun­ties send;

Thy hand of plen­ty fills the horn.

Thy face is hid­den—they turn pale

With ter­ror quake

with ang­uish burn;

Their breath Thou giv­est to the gale;

They die

and to their dust re­turn.

And Thou

my soul

with pure de­light

Thy voice to bless thy mak­er raise;

His praise let morn­ing sing to night

And night to morn re­peat His praise.