14. Mighty God, while angels bless Thee

1 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.

2 Lord of every land and nation,
Ancient of eternal days!
Sounded through the wide creation
Be Thy just and lawful praise.

3 For the grandeur of Thy nature.
Grand beyond a seraph’s thought;
For created works of power,
Works with skill and kindness wrought:

4 For Thy Providence, that governs
Through thine empire's wide domain,
Wings an angel, guides a sparrow:
Blessed by Thy gentle reign.

5 But Thy rich, Thy free Redemption,
Dark through brightness all along--
Thought is poor, and poor expression:
Who dare sing that awful song!

6 From the highest throne in glory
To the Cross of deepest woe!
All to ransom guilty captives!
Flow, my praise, for ever flow.

Text Information
First Line: Mighty God, while angels bless Thee
Author: Robert Robinson (1774)
Meter: 8, 7.
Publication Date: 1868
Topic: Worship: Praise and Thanksgiving
Notes: Alternate tune #127 or #451
Tune Information
Meter: 8, 7.
Key: F Major
Notes: Composer from index: W. H. Monk

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