Your works are wonderful. Psalm 139:14
Words: Frederick W. Faber, Jesus and Mary (London: James Burns, 1849), pages 5–8.
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
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!