1 O God, most holy are your ways,
and who like you deserves my praise?
You only do such wondrous things,
the whole wide world your glory sings;
your outstretched arm your people saved,
though sore distressed and long enslaved.
2 O God, from you the waters fled,
the depths were moved with mighty dread,
the swelling clouds their torrents poured,
and o'er the earth the tempest roared;
'mid lightning's flash and thunder's sound
great trembling shook the solid ground.
3 Your way was in the sea, O God,
through mighty waters, deep and broad.
None understood but God alone,
to man your footsteps were unknown;
but safe your people you did keep,
almighty Shepherd of your sheep.
|First Line:||O God, most holy are your ways|
|Title:||O God, Most Holy Are Your Ways|
|Topic:||God : His Power; God: Holiness of; God: Works of(1 more...)|
|Source:||The Psalter, 1912; alt. 1990, mod.|
|Source:||V. Schumann's Geistliche Lieder, 1539|