We Sing of God, the Mighty Source

We sing of God

the migh­ty source

Of all things; the stu­pen­dous force

On which all strength de­pends;

From whose right arm

be­neath whose eyes

All pe­ri­od

pow’r

and en­ter­prise

Commences

reigns

and ends.

The world

the clus­t’ring spheres He made

The glo­ri­ous light

the sooth­ing shade;

Dale

cham­paign

grove and hill;

The mul­ti­tu­din­ous ab­yss

Where na­ture joys in sec­ret bliss

And wis­dom hides her skill.

Tell them I Am

Je­ho­vah said

To Mos­es while on earth in dread

And smit­ten to the heart;

At once

ab­ove

be­neath

around

All na­ture with­out voice or sound

Replied

O Lord

Thou art.

Glorious the sun in mid ca­reer;

Glorious the as­sembled fires ap­pear;

Glorious the com­et’s train:

Glorious the trum­pet and alarm;

Glorious the al­migh­ty stretched-out arm;

Glorious the en­rap­tured main:

Glorious

most glo­ri­ous

is the crown

Of Him that brought sal­va­tion down

By meek­ness

Ma­ry’s son;

Seers that stu­pen­dous truth be­lieved

And now the match­less deed’s achieved

Determined

dared

and done.