Thou, the great, eternal Ail,
Art high above our thought;
Worthy to be feared, adored,
By all Thy hands have wrought;
None can with Thyself compare;
Thy glory fills both earth and sky,
We, and all Thy creatures, are
As nothing in Thine eye.

Of Thy great unbounded power
To Thee the praise we give --
Infinitely great, and more
Than heart can e'er conceive;
When Thou wilt to work proceed,
Thy purpose firm none can withstand,
Frustrate the determined deed,
Or stay thy Almighty hand.

Thou, O Ail, art wise alone;
Thy counsel doth excel;
Wonderful Thy works we own,
Thy ways unsearchable;
Who can sound the mystery,
Thy judgments' deep abyss explain?
Thou whose eyes in darkness see,
And search the heart of man!

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