O God, Thy pow­er is won­der­ful,
Thy glo­ry pass­ing bright;
Thy wis­dom, with its deep on deep,
A rap­ture to the sight.

I see Thee in the eter­nal years
In glo­ry all alone,
Ere round Thine un­cre­at­ed fires
Created light had shone.

I see Thee walk in Ed­en’s shade,
I see Thee all through time;
Thy pa­tience and com­pass­ion seem
New at­trib­utes sub­lime.

I see Thee when the doom is o’er,
And out­worn time is done,
Still, still in­com­pre­hen­si­ble,
O God, yet not alone.

Angelic spir­its, count­less souls,
Of Thee have drunk their fill;
And to eter­ni­ty will drink
Thy joy and glo­ry still.

O lit­tle heart of mine! shall pain
Or sor­row make thee moan,
When all this God is all for thee,
A Fa­ther all thine own?