1 Among the Princes, earthly Gods,
There's none hath Pow'r divine;
Nor is their Nature, mighty Lord,
Nor are their Works like thine.

2 The Nations thou hast made shall bring
Their Off'rings round thy Throne;
For thou alone dost wond'rous Things,
For thou art GOD alone.

3 Lord, I would walk with holy Feet;
Teach me thine heav'nly Ways,
And my poor scatter'd Thoughts unite
In GOD my Father's Praise.

4 Great is thy Mercy, and my Tongue
Shall those great Wonders tell,
How by thy Grace my sinking Soul
Rose from the Deeps of Hell.