How glorious is God's greatness!

How marvellous God's might!

To this the world bears witness

In wonders day and night;

In form of flower and snowflake,

In morn's resplendent birth,

In afterglow at even,

In sky and sea and earth!

Each tiny floweret whispers

The great Life-giver's name;

The mighty mountain masses

His majesty proclaim;

The hollow vales are hymning

God's shelter for His own;

The snow-capped peaks are pointing

To God's almighty throne.

The ocean's vast abysses

In one grand psalm record

The deep mysterious counsels

And mercy of the Lord;

The ice-cold waves of winter

Are thundering on the strand,

"E'en grief's chill stream is guided

By God's all-gracious hand."

The starry hosts are singing

Through all the light-strewn sky,

Of God's eternal Temple

And Palace-courts on high.

When, in these outer chambers,

Such glory gilds the gloom,

What the transcendent brightness

Of God's own Presence Room!