F. W. Faber

C.M.

MY God, how wonderful Thou art,

Thy majesty how bright,

How beautiful Thy mercy-seat,

In depths of burning light.

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How dread are Thine eternal years,

O everlasting Lord,

By prostrate spirits day and night

Incessantly adored!

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How wonderful, how beautiful,

The sight of Thee must be,

Thine endless wisdom, boundless power,

And awful purity!

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Oh, how I fear Thee, living God,

With deepest, tenderest fears,

And worship Thee with trembling hope

and penitential tears!

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Yet I may love Thee, too, O Lord,

Almighty as Thou art,

For Thou hast stooped to ask of me

The love of my poor heart.

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No earthly father loves like Thee;

No mother, e’er so mild

Bears and forbears as Thou hast done

With me, Thy sinful child.

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Father of Jesus, love’s reward,

What rapture will it be

Prostrate before Thy throne to lie,

And gaze, and gaze on Thee.