Father, how wide thy glory shines!

Father, how wide thy glory shines!
How high thy wonders rise!
Known through the earth by thousand signs,
By thousands through the skies!

Those mighty orbs proclaim thy power;
Their motion speaks thy skill;
And on the wings of every hour,
We read thy patience still.

But when we view thy strange design
To save rebellious worms,
Where vengeance and compassion join,
In their divinest forms.

Here the whole Deity is known,
Nor dares a creature guess
Which of the glories brightest shone -
The justice or the grace.

When sinners broke the Father's laws,
The dying Son atones;
O the dear mysteries of his cross,
The triumph of his groans!

Now the full glories of the Lamb
Adorn the heavenly plains;
Sweet cherubs learn Immanuel's name,
And try their choicest strains.

O may I bear some glorious part
In that immortal song!
Wonder and joy shall tune my heart,
And love command my tongue.