Great Is The Lord What Tongue Can Frame

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.

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.

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.

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.