1 Thou great first cause of every being,
Wisdom power and glory's son;
Thine arm sustain thine eye all seeing,
Both things past, and things to come,
Thou self-sufficient mightest stand,
Nor slumb'ring eye, nor wearied hand.
2 Come all who own this God of nature,
For your Maker, Lord and King;
And ye who trust this mediator,
With your hearts his praises sing,
Sing him who triumph'd o'er our foes,
Spoil'd death, and hell, then conquering rose.
3 When a lost race thou cam'st to purchase,
Pay our debt of guilt and thrall,
Then death enclos'd thee, hell resounded,
Christians mourn'd their shepherd's fall,
Then death our great high priest resigned,
How impotent all pow'r to thine.
4 Praise him whose love forgives our follies,
Shews his pierced hands, and feet,
His wounded heart relieves our sorrows,
Makes us for his kingdom meet;
Praise Father, Son and Spirit three,
We'll praise the triune Deity.