1 Parent of good! thy works of might
I trace with wonder and delight;
Thy name is all divine.
There's nought in earth or sea or air,
Or heav'n itself, that's good or fair,
But what is wholly thine.
2 Immensely high thy glories rise;
They strike my soul with sweet surprise,
And sacred pleasure yield:
An ocean wide without a bound,
Where ev'ry noble wish is drown'd,
And ev'ry want is fill's.
3 To thee my warm affections move,
In sweet astonishment and love,
While at thy feet I fall;
I pant for nought beneath the skies;
To thee my ardent wishes rise,
O my eternal All!
4 What shall I do to spread thy praise,
My God! through my remaining days,
Or how thy name adore?
To thee I consecrate my breath;
Let me be thine in life and death,
And thine for evermore.
|First Line:||Parent of good! thy works of might|
|Topic:||Duties of Piety|