The earth in all its splendor stands arrayed,
Tells deep measures of its Creator's face,
Who spoke His word and nothingness obeyed
Who carried water to the driest place.
Now crowned with high, majestic glory sits,
Strikes down all nations with His wondrous gaze.
His perfect justice no appeal permits.
It burns and all the peoples doth amaze.
His mercy given fells men to their knees.
Feeling His grace and their own sinful loss
They fall in worship of His majesty
And humble adoration of His cross.
And now what can my heart ascribe to You
But what creation has proclaimed as true?