O God, Most Holy Are Thy Ways

Verse 1

O God, most holy are your ways, and who like you deserves my praise? You only do such wondrous things, the whole wide world your glory sings; your outstretched arm your people saved, though sore distressed and long enslaved.

Verse 2

O God, from you the waters fled, the depths were moved with mighty dread, the swelling clouds their torrents poured, and o'er the earth the tempest roared; 'mid lightning's flash and thunder's sound great trembling shook the solid ground.

Verse 3

Your way was in the sea, O God, through mighty waters, deep and broad. None understood but God alone, to man your footsteps were unknown; but safe your people you did keep, almighty Shepherd of your sheep.