High in the heav’ns, eter­nal God,
Thy good­ness in full glo­ry shines;
Thy truth shall break through ev­ery cloud
That veils and dark­ens Thy de­signs.

Forever firm Thy jus­tice stands,
As mount­ains their foun­da­tions keep;
Wise are the wond­ers of Thy hands;
Thy judg­ments are a migh­ty deep.

Thy pro­vi­dence is kind and large,
Both man and beast Thy boun­ty share;
The whole cre­ation is Thy charge,
But saints are Thy pe­cul­iar care.

My God! how ex­cel­lent Thy grace;
Whence all our hope and com­fort springs!
The sons of Ad­am in dis­tress
Fly to the sha­dow of Thy wings.

From the pro­vi­sions of Thy house
We shall be fed with sweet re­past;
There mer­cy like a ri­ver flows,
And brings sal­va­tion to our taste.

Life like a fount­ain, rich and free,
Springs from the pre­sence of my Lord;
And in Thy light our souls shall see
The glo­ries pro­mised in Thy Word.