1 O Lord, how good, how great art Thou,
In Heav’n and earth the same!
There an­gels at Thy foot­stool bow,
Here babes Thy grace pro­claim.

2 When glor­ious in the night­ly sky
Thy count­less worlds I see,
"O what is man," I won­der­ing cry,
"To be so loved by Thee?"

3 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.

4 Close to Thy own bright se­ra­phim
His fa­vored path is trod,
And all be­side are serv­ing him
That he may serve his God.

5 O Lord, how good, how great art Thou,
In Heav’n and earth the same!
There an­gels at Thy foot­stool bow,
Here babes Thy grace pro­claim.