My God, how wonderful Thou art, Thy majesty, how bright;How beautiful Thy mercy seat in depths of burning light.
How dread are Thy eternal years, O everlasting Lord,
By prostrate spirits day and night incessantly adored.
How wonderful, how beautiful the sight of Thee must be;
Thy endless wisdom, boundless power, and glorious purity.
Yet, I may love Thee, too, O Lord, almighty as Thou art;
For Thou hast stooped to ask of me the love of my poor heart.
No earthly father loves like Thee, no mother, e’er so mild,
Bears and forbears as Thou hast done with me, Thy sinful child.
Only to sit and think of God, oh, what a joy it is!
To think the thought, to breathe the Name .. Earth has no higher bliss.
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