O depth of wisdom, riches rare
Of grace and mercy free!
[That Gentile nations now should share
The Jews felicity;

And that till Jews, through grace, repent,
Their present dismal fall,
Should thus be made subservient
To Gentiles happy call!]

O depth of riches all divine!
O fathomless abyss;
Wisdom and knowledge here combine,
God's work alone is this.

How searchless are his judgments just,
How traceless are his ways;
[With sweet and awful wonder must
Both men and angels gaze.]

For, who hath known Jehovah's mind?
What angel or what man,
With him in privy counsel join'd
Their help to form the plan.

Or, who hath e'er oblig'd him yet,
By gifts, and dare upbraid,
As having on him claims of debt
And favours unrepaid?

For all things of him as the source,
And through him as the guide,
And to him, as the end by course,
Still are, and shall abide.

To whom for stores of grace so free,
Dealt in a sov'reign way,
All praise and glory render'd be
From henceforth and for aye.