Oh the glories of God’s hand,
A ground upon which man can stand,
And look with wonder at all he sees,
Moon and stars made by majestic decree.
Oh the thoughts of who is man,
Bearer of God’s Image was the plan,
Dominion over creatures both large and small,
Yet rebellion and sin destroying it all.
Oh the humbling of the very One,
Maker of man, earth, sky, and sun,
Suffering wrath and sin’s bitter cup,
Encased in a tomb for death to corrupt.
Oh the shaking of the ground,
Sounds of death’s defeat, oh glorious sound,
An opened tomb, an empty grave,
Crowned with honor and glory He rises to save.
Oh the grace that is given to man,
Oh the glory of His eternal plan,
Oh the song that through heaven will ring,
How majestic His name for all ages we’ll sing.
by John F. Lawrence