My God, How Great Thou Art.

How great, how mighty, how sublime!
Over every nation, every clime
He is the Lord. Oh tell His worth
To Him alone they owe their birth!
Say, can Thou make one tiny star
To guide the mariner from afar?
Or make a blade of grass to grow?
His marvellous wisdom, who can know?
The birds, the beasts, the flowers as well
God’s power and greatness surely tell;
For ripened fruit and golden grain
He sends the sunshine and the rain.
In every vale and leafy glade
God’s handiwork is there displayed.
Those rocks, those mountains towering high
They rear their summits to the sky,
Where only eagles’ pinions rise
Beyond the scan of human eyes
To speak one message all combine...
The hand that made them is Divine’

But all creations works alone
Could never the heart of God make known.
Redemption’s plan, so great, so vast,
Is even by angels’ grasp surpassed.
Behold Him in a manger lie,
The Lord of earth, sea and sky.
See Him in Gethsemane
In such dreadful agony,
While those He loves in slumber sleep;
Their vigil they can never keep,
Hush, while on Calvary’s Cross we gaze,
What words are these the Saviour says?
‘Father, forgive them!’ Oh what grace
To rebel sons of Adam’s race,
Pardon from an offended God,
Pardon through the Saviour’s blood.
‘It is finished!’ now the Victor cries,
Then bows His head and dies.
Surpassing wisdom, power and might
Revealing God in purest light,
Frail stammering tongues can never tell
Such love immense, unsearchable!
But when we see Thy face above
And know the fullness of Thy love,
With ransomed and unsinning heart
We’ll shout, ‘My God how great Thou art!’

By E. S. Haddow

He stretcheth out the north over the empty place, and hangeth the earth upon nothing. (Job 26: 7)

O Zion, that bringest good tidings, get thee up into the high mountain; O Jerusalem, that bringest good tidings, lift up thy voice with strength; lift it up, be not afraid; say unto the cities of Judah, Behold your God! (Isaiah 40: 9)

O the depth of the riches both of the wisdom and knowledge of God! How unsearchable are his judgments, and his ways past finding out! (Romans 11: 33).

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