Thou God of Glorious MajestyThou God of Glorious Majesty

Thou God of glorious majesty, To Thee, against myself, to Thee, A worm of earth, I cry; A half-awakened child of man; An heir of endless bliss or pain; A sinner born to die!

Lo! on a narrow neck of land, ’Twixt two unbounded seas I stand, Secure, insensible; A point of time, a moment’s space, Removes me to that heavenly place, Or shuts me up in hell.

O God, mine inmost soul convert! And deeply on my thoughtful heart Eternal things impress: Give me to feel their solemn weight, And tremble on the brink of fate, And wake to righteousness.

Before me place, in dread array, The pomp of that tremendous day, When Thou with clouds shalt come, To judge the nations at Thy bar; And tell me, Lord, shall I be there To meet a joyful doom?

Be this my one great business here, With serious industry and fear Eternal bliss to ensure; Thine utmost counsel to fulfill, And suffer all Thy righteous will, And to the end endure.

Then, Savior, then my soul receive, Transported from this vale to live And reign with Thee above; Where faith is sweetly lost in sight, And hope in full supreme delight, And everlasting love.