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.
|First Line:||Mighty God, while angels bless Thee|
|Author:||Robert Robinson (1774)|
|Topic:||Worship: Praise and Thanksgiving|
|Notes:||Alternate tune #127 or #451|
|Notes:||Composer from index: W. H. Monk|