O God, most ho­ly are Thy ways,
And who like Thee de­serves my praise?
Thou on­ly do­est won­drous things,
The whole wide world Thy glo­ry sings;
Thine out­stretched arm Thy peo­ple saved,
Though sore dis­tressed and long en­slaved.

O God, from Thee the wa­ters fled,
The depths were moved with migh­ty dread,
The swell­ing clouds their tor­rents poured,
And o’er the earth the tem­pest roared;
’Mid light­ning’s flash and thun­der’s sound
Great trem­bling shook the so­lid ground.

Thy way was in the sea, O God,
Through migh­ty waters, deep and broad;
None un­der­stood but God alone,
To man Thy foot­steps were un­known;
But safe Thy people Thou didst keep,
Almighty Shep­herd of Thy sheep.