Thine, Lord, Is Wisdom, Thine Alone

Thine

Lord

is wis­dom

Thine alone;

Justice and truth be­fore Thee stand:

Yet

near­er to Thy sac­red throne

Mercy with­holds Thy lift­ed hand.

Each ev­en­ing shows Thy ten­der love

Each ris­ing morn Thy plen­te­ous grace;

Thy wak­ened wrath doth slow­ly move

Thy will­ing mer­cy flies apace.

To Thy be­nign

in­dul­gent care

Father

this light

this breath

we owe;

And all we have

and all we are

From Thee

great Source of be­ing

flow.

Thrice Ho­ly! Thine the king­dom is

The pow­er om­ni­po­tent is Thine;

And when cre­at­ed na­ture dies

Thy nev­er ceas­ing glor­ies shine.