Eternal Wisdom, Thee We Praise

Eternal wis­dom! Thee we praise

Thee the cre­ation sings

With Thy loved name

rocks

hills

and seas

And Heav­en’s high pal­ace rings.

Thy hand

how wide it spreads the sky!

How glo­ri­ous to behold!

Tinged with a blue of heav­en­ly dye

And starred with spark­ling gold.

There Thou hast bid the globes of light

Their end­less cir­cles run;

There the pale pla­net rules the night

The day ob­eys the sun.

If down I turn my won­der­ing eyes

On clouds and storms be­low

Those un­der-re­gions of the skies

Thy nu­mer­ous glo­ries show.

The noi­sy winds stand rea­dy there

Thy or­ders to ob­ey;

With sound­ing wings they sweep the air

To make Thy cha­ri­ot way.

There

like a trum­pet loud and strong

Thy thun­der shakes our coast

While the red light­nings wave along

The ban­ners of Thy host.

On the thin air

with­out a prop

Hang fruit­ful show­ers around;

At Thy com­mand they sink

and drop

Their fat­ness on the ground.

Lo! here Thy won­drous skill ar­rays

The earth in cheer­ful green;

A thou­sand herbs Thy art dis­plays

A thou­sand flowers be­tween.

There

the rough mount­ains of the deep

Obey Thy strong com­mand

Thy breath can raise the bil­lows steep

Or sink them to the sand.

Thy glo­ries blaze all na­ture round

And strike the won­der­ing sight

Through skies

and seas

and so­lid ground

With terror and de­light.

Infinite strength and eq­ual skill

Shine through Thy works abroad.

Our souls with vast am­aze­ment fill.

And speak the build­er God.

But the mild glo­ries of Thy grace

Our soft­er pass­ions move;

Pity di­vine in Je­su’s face

We see

adore

and love.