My God, How Wonderful Thou Art

My God

how won­der­ful Thou art

Thy ma­jes­ty

how bright

How beau­ti­ful Thy mer­cy seat

In depths of burn­ing light!

How dread are Thine eter­nal years

O ev­er­last­ing Lord!

By pros­trate spir­its day and night

Incessantly ad­ored!

How beau­ti­ful

how beau­ti­ful

The sight of Thee must be

Thine end­less wis­dom

bound­less pow­er

And aw­ful pur­ity!

O how I fear Thee

liv­ing God!

With deep­est

ten­der­est fears

And wor­ship Thee with trem­bling hope

And pe­ni­ten­tial tears.

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.

Oh then this worse than worth­less heart

In pi­ty deign to take

And make it love Thee

for Thy­self

And for Thy glo­ry’s sake.

No earth­ly fa­ther loves like Thee

No mo­ther half so mild

Bears and for­bears

as Thou hast done

With me Thy sin­ful child.

Only to sit and think of God—

O what a joy it is!

To think the thought

to breathe the Name—

Earth has no high­er bliss!

Father of Je­sus! love’s re­ward!

What rap­ture it will be

Prostrate be­fore Thy throne to lie

And gaze and gaze on Thee!