How great the works his hand has wrought
How glorious in our sight!
And men in every age have sought
His wonders with delight.
How great the works his hand has wrought
How glorious in our sight!
And men in every age have sought
His wonders with delight.
O may his conduct, all-divine,
To me a model prove!
Like his, O God! my heart incline
My enemies to love.
Would you behold the works of God,
His wonders in the world abroad,
Go with the mariners, and trace
The unknown regions of the seas
O may the sons of men record
The wondrous goodness of the Lord!
And let their thankful offerings prove
How they adore their maker’s love.
O may the sons of men record
The wondrous goodness of the Lord
How great his works! how kind his ways!
Let every tongue pronounce his praise
Give thanks to God, He reigns above,
Kind are His thoughts, His name is Love
To God, the great, the ever blest,
Let songs of honor be addressed;
His mercy firm forever stands
Give Him the thanks His love demands.
Give thanks to God, invoke his name,
And tell the world his grace;
Sound through the earth his deeds of fame,
That all may seek his face.
Vast are thy works, almighty Lord,
All nature rests upon thy word,
And the whole race of creatures stands,
Waiting their portion from thy hands
My soul, repeat His praise,
Whose mercies are so great;
Whose anger is so slow to rise,
So ready to abate
Bless, O my soul, the God of grace;
His favors claim thy highest praise:
Why should the wonders he hath wrought
Be lost in silence and forgot?
He frees the souls condemned to death,
And when his saints complain,
It shan’t be said, “That praying breath
Was ever spent in vain.”