Our God, How Wondrous Are His Ways!

Our God, how wondrous are his ways!
How firm his truth, how large his grace!
He takes his mercy for his throne,
and thence he makes his glories known.

Not half so high his power hath spread
the starry heav'ns above our head,
as his rich love exceeds our praise,
exceeds the highest hopes we raise.

Not half so far hath nature placed
the rising morning from the west,
as his forgiving grace removes
the daily guilt of those he loves.

The mighty God, the Wise and Just,
knows tht our frame is feeble dust,
and will no heavy loads impose
beyond the strength that he bestows.

He knows how soon our nature dies,
withered by ev'ry wind that flies;
like grass we spring, and die as soon,
or morning flowers that fade at noon.

But his eternal love is sure
to all the saints, and shall endure;
from age to age his truth shall reign,
nor children's children hope in vain.