Nature with open volume stands

Nature with open volume stands
to spread her Maker's praise abroad;
and every labor of his hands
shows something worthy of a God.

But in the grace that saved the world
his brightest form of glory shines;
see on the cross the tale unfold,
in precious blood, and crimson lines.

Here his whole name appears complete,
nor wit can guess, nor reason prove,
which of the letters best is writ,
the power, the wisdom, or the love.

O the sweet wonders of that cross
where Christ my Savior loved and died!
Her noblest life my spirit draws
from his dear wounds and bleeding side.

I would forever speak his name
in sounds to mortal ears unknown,
with angels join to praise the Lamb,
and worship at his Father's throne.