Thine, Lord, Is Wisdom, Thine Alone
"The heavens declare the glory of God" - Ps 19:1
VERSE 1
Thine, Lord, is wisdom, Thine alone;
Justice and truth before Thee stand;
Yet, nearer to Thy sacred throne,
Mercy withholds Thy lifted hand.
VERSE 2
Each evening shows Thy tender love,
Each rising morn Thy plenteous grace;
Thy waken'd wrath doth slowly move,
Thy willing mercy flies apace.
VERSE 3
To Thy benigh indulgent care,
Father, this light, this breath we owe,
And all we have, and all we are,
From Thee, great source of being, flow.
VERSE 4
Parent of good, Thy bounteous hand,
Incessant blessing down distils,
And all in air, or sea, or land,
With plenteous food and gladness fills.
VERSE 5
All things in Thee, live, move and are,
Thy pow'r infused doth all sustain;
Ev'n those Thy daily favours share
Who thankless spun Thy easy reign.
VERSE 6
Thy sun Thou bidd'st his genial ray
Alike on all impartial pour;
To all, who hate or bless Thy sway,
Thou budd'st descend the fruitful shower.
VERSE 7
Yet while at length who scorned Thy might,
Shall feel Thee a consuming fire,
How sweet the joys, the crown how bright,
Of those who to Thy love aspire!
VERSE 8
Thrice Holy! Thine the kingdom is,
The pow'r omnipotent is Thine;
And when created nature dies
Thy never-ceasing glories shine.