Thy deep and wondrous ways,
Words sink far, far below
Thy due reward of praise.
From the Greek of Synesius.
O! while thy sinful soul can cast
Sin’s robes away—redeem the past,
If not in deeds, in words to praise thy Maker haste.
In sacred hymns employ the day,
In praises pass the night away;
And let the martyrs’ praise attune the willing lay.