The works of God proclaim

The works of God proclaim
The greatness of his power;
Jehovah is his name;
The saints his name adore;
All creatures are at his control;
He rules and reigns from pole to pole.

Such his omnipotence,
And such his justice too,
A world he drowns at once,
Except a very few;
He sends his millions down to hell,
And yet is just and holy still.

But, O my soul! admire;
He looks with smiling face;
Though awful is his ire,
Yet boundless is his grace;
Mercy and justice here agree,
To save a guilty wretch like me.

That Zion might be free,
The angry powers of hell
As settled by decree,
Upon the Saviour fell;
'Twas in this way the Lord did show
What his almighty love could do.

Justice unsheathed its sword,
"Awake," the Father cries,
"And smite the Son of God,
My Fellow, from the skies;
Fall on him with thy wrathful power
Nor spare him in the trying hour."

Justice obeyed the word;
The Lord a victim fell;
Shed all his vital blood;
Then spoiled the powers of hell;
He rose and triumphed o'er the grave,
And ever lives the church to save.

Here I with wonder see
The Lord is great indeed;
Great is his love to me,
And all his chosen seed;
He's great, and Zion shall record
The greatness of the mighty Lord.