O Lord, how good, how great art thou,
In heaven and earth the same!
There angels at thy footstool bow,
Here babes thy grace proclaim.

When glorious in the nightly sky
Thy moon and stars I see,
O what is man! I wondering cry,
To be so loved by thee!

To him thou hourly deign'st to give
New mercies from on high;
Didst quit thy throne with him to live,
For him in pain to die.

Close to thine own bright seraphim
His favoured path is trod;
And all beside are serving him, .
That he may serve his God.

O Lord, how good, how great art thou,
In heaven and earth the same!
There angels at thy footstool bow,
Here babes thy grace proclaim.