O God! Before your face we search
for proper words and lovely lines,
To bless our Lord and the only church
And all your mercy’s grand designs.
Our minds are small to well extol
Your plan before the world began,
To make from dust a living soul,
To love and bless intelligent man.
But in the Book are words possessed,
From glory to glory, to loudly praise:
In Christ we know your purpose best,
We love your grace in all its ways.