O God, most ho-ly are your ways,
And who like you de-serves my praise?
You on-ly do such won-drous things,
The whole wide world your glo-ry sings;
Your out-stretched arm your peo-ple saved,
Though sore dis-tressed and long en-slaved.
O God, from you the wa-ters fled,
The depths were moved with might-y dread,
The swell-ing clouds their tor-rents poured,
And o'er the earth the tem-pest roared;
'Mid light-ning's flash and thun-der's sound
Great trem-bling shook the sol-id ground.
Your way was in the sea, O God,
Through might-y wa-ters, deep and broad.
None un-der-stood but God a-lone,
To man your foot-steps were un-known;
But safe your peo-ple you did keep,
Al-might-y Shep-herd of your sheep.