Songs of im­mor­tal praise be­long
To my al­migh­ty God;
He has my heart, and He my tongue
To spread His name abroad.

How great the works His hand has wrought!
How glo­ri­ous in our sight!
And men in ev­ery age have sought
His wonders with de­light.

How most ex­act is na­ture’s frame!
How wise th’eter­nal mind!
His coun­sels ne­ver change the scheme
That His first thoughts de­signed.

When He re­deemed His chos­en sons,
He fixed His cov­e­nant sure;
The or­ders that His lips pro­nounce
To end­less years en­dure.

Nature and time, and earth and skies,
Thy hea­ven­ly skill pro­claim;
What shall we do to make us wise,
But learn to read Thy name?

To fear Thy pow­er, to trust Thy grace,
Is our di­vin­est skill;
And he’s the wis­est of our race
That best obeys Thy will.