“I dwell in the high and holy place, with him also that is of a contrite and humble spirit. Isa 57:15
1 My God, how wonderful Thou art,
Thy Majesty how bright!
How beautiful Thy mercy-seat,
In depths of burning light!
2 How dread are Thine eternal years,
O everlasting Lord,
By prostrate spirits day and night
Incessantly adored!
3 How beautiful, how beautiful,
The sight of Thee must be,
Thine endless wisdom, boundless power
And awful purity!
4 O how I fear Thee, living God,
With deepest, tenderest fears,
And worship Thee with trembling hope
And penitential tears!
5 Yet I may love Thee too, O Lord,
Almighty as Thou art,
For Thou hast stooped to ask of me
The love of my poor heart.
6 No earthly father loves like Thee;
No mother, e’er so mild,
Bears and forbears as Thou hast done
With me, Thy sinful child.
7 Father of Jesus, love’s reward,
What rapture will it be
Prostrate before Thy throne to lie,
And gaze, and gaze on thee!