Father! how wide thy glory shines! How high thy wonders rise! Known through the earth by thousand signs, By thousand through the skies. | 2 Those mighty orbs proclaim thy power, Their motions speak thy skill; And on the wings of every hour, We read thy patience still. | 3 But when we view thy strange design To save rebellious worms, Where justice and compassion join In their divinest forms, | 4 Our thoughts are lost in reverent awe, We love and we adore; The brightest angel never saw So much of God before. | 5 Here the whole Deity is known; But thought can never trace Which of the glories brighter shine, The justice, or the grace. | 6 Now the full glories of the Lamb Adorn the heavenly plains: Bright seraphs learn Immanuel’s name, And try their choicest strains. | 7 O! may I bear some humble part In that immortal song; Wonder and joy shall tune my heart, And love command my tongue. | |