Thou God of Glorious Majesty

Thou God of glo­ri­ous ma­jes­ty

To Thee

against my­self

to Thee

A worm of earth

I cry;

A half-awak­ened child of man;

An heir of end­less bliss or pain;

A sin­ner born to die!

Lo! on a nar­row neck of land

’Twixt two un­bound­ed seas I stand

Secure

in­sen­si­ble;

A point of time

a mo­ment’s space

Removes me to that heav­en­ly place

Or shuts me up in hell.

O God

mine in­most soul con­vert!

And deep­ly on my thought­ful heart

Eternal things im­press:

Give me to feel their so­lemn weight

And trem­ble on the brink of fate

And wake to right­eous­ness.

Before me place

in dread ar­ray

The pomp of that tre­men­dous day

When Thou with clouds shalt come

To judge the na­tions at Thy bar;

And tell me

Lord

shall I be there

To meet a joy­ful doom?

Be this my one great bu­si­ness here

With se­ri­ous in­dus­try and fear

Eternal bliss to en­sure;

Thine ut­most couns­el to ful­fill

And suffer all Thy right­eous will

And to the end en­dure.

Then

Sav­ior

then my soul re­ceive

Transported from this vale to live

And reign with Thee ab­ove;

Where faith is sweet­ly lost in sight

And hope in full su­preme de­light

And ev­er­last­ing love.