Mighty God, while angels bless Thee,
May; a mortal lisp Thy Name?
Lord of men, as well as angels,
Thou art every creature's theme.
Lord of every land and nation,
Ancient of everlasting days,
Sounded through the wide creation
Be Thy just and lawful praise.
For the grandeur of Thy nature,
Grand beyond a seraph's thought;
For created works of power,
Works with skill and kindness wrought;
For Thy providence, that governs
Through Thine empire's wide domain,
Wings an angel, guides a sparrow;
Blessed be Thy gentle reign.
But Thy rich, Thy free redemption,
Dark through brightness all along -
Thought is poor, and poor expression -
Who dare sing that aweful song?
Brightness of the Father's glory,
Shall Thy praise unuttered lie?
Fly, my tongue, such guilty silence!
Sing the Lord who came to die.
From the highest throne in glory,
To the cross of deepest woe,
All to ransom guilty captives:
Flow, my praise, for ever flow!
Leave Thy footstool, take Thy throne;
Thence return, and reign for ever,
Be the kingdom all Thine own!
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