My God, how wonderful thou art,
Thy majesty how bright,
How beautiful thy mercy seat
In depths of burning light.

How dread are thine eternal years,
O everlasting Lord!
By prostrate Spirit day and night,
Incessantly adore.

How beautiful, how beautiful
The sight of thee must be,
Thine endless wisdom, boundless pow’r,
And awful purity!

Oh, how I fear thee, living God,
With deepest tenderest fears,
And worship thee with trembling hope,
And penitential tears.

Yet I may love thee too, O Lord,
Almighty as thou art,
For thou hast deigned to ask of me
The love of my poor heart.

No earthly father loves like thee
No mother e'er so mild
Bears and forbears as thou hast done
With me thy sinful child.

Father of Jesus, love's reward,
What rapture will it be,
Prostrate before thy throne to lie,
And gaze and gaze on thee.