My God, how wonderful you are.
Your majesty how bright,
How beautiful your mercy-seat,
In depths of burning light!

On how dread are your eternal years,
O everlasting Lord!
By prostrate Spirits day and night,
Incessantly adored.

How beautiful, how beautiful,
The sight of you must be.
Your endless wisdom, boundless power,
And wondrous purity!

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

Yet I may love you too, O Lord.
Almighty as you are,
For you have deigned to ask of me,
The love of my poor heart.

No earthly father loves like you,
No mother e'er so mild,
Bears and forbears as you have done.
With me your sinful child.

Father of Jesus, love's reward,
What rapture win it be,
Prostrate before your throne to lie,
And then your face to see!