Will God make known his will, his power display?

Be it the work of mortals to obey.

Done is the great, the wondrous work of love;

On Calvary’s cross he died, but reigns above;

Earth bears the record in Thy holy word.

As heaven adores Thy love, let earth, O Lord;

It shines transcendent in the eternal skies,

Is praised in heaven—for man, the Saviour dies.

In songs immortal, angels laud his name;

Heaven shouts with joy, and saints his love proclaim