1 Great is the Lord! what tongue can frame
An honor equal to his name!
How awful are his glorious ways!
The Lord is dreadful in his praise.
2 The world's foundations by his hand
Were laid, and shall forever stand;
The swelling billows know their bound,
While to his praise they roll around.
3 Vast are thy works, Almighty Lord
All nature rests upon thy word;
And clouds, and storms, and fire obey
Thy wise and all-controlling sway.
4 Thy glory, fearless of decline,
Thy glory, Lord, shall ever shine;
Thy praise shall still our breath employ,
Till we shall rise to endless joy.
Source: The Voice of Praise: a collection of hymns for the use of the Methodist Church #47