Hymn LXI. Common Metre. Creating Wisdom

Eternal wisdom! thee we praise, Thee, all thy creatures sing; With thy great name, rocks, hills and seas And heaven's high arches ring.

Thy hand! how wide it spread the sky! How glorious to behold! Ting'd with a blue of heavenly dye, And starr'd with sparkling gold.

There, dost thou make the globes of light, Their endless circles run; There, the pale planets rule the night, And day obeys the sun.

The roaring winds stand ready there, Thy orders to obey; With spreading wings, they sweep the air, To make thy chariot way.

The rolling mountains of the deep Observe thy strong command; Thy breath can raise the billows steep Or sink them to the sand.

Thy glories blaze all nature round, And strike our feeble sight, Thro' skies and seas and solid ground, With terror and delight.

Infinite strength and equal skill Shine through the worlds abroad; Our souls with vast amazement fill, And speak the builder God.