To Sit in Biting Cold to See

Majestic God how great Thy hand,
Below Thy masterpiece I stand.
Agape with awe I tremble here
In reverent gaze with Godly fear.
A moon so bright as to defy
The dark of night and cloudy sky.
The earth lit up beneath the light
You've set in place in heav'nly height.
Oh holy, holy God above
More wondrous is Your awesome love
Than e'en this sight, this day of night.
Your pow'r is shown as clouds are blown
Across the sky. And blest am I
To sit in biting cold to see
The wonders of Your majesty.


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