O God, most holy are Thy ways, And who like Thee deserves my praise? Thou only doest wondrous things, The whole wide world Thy glory sings; Thine outstretched arm Thy people saved, Though sore distressed and long enslaved. O God, from Thee 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. Thy way was in the sea, O God, Through mighty waters, deep and broad; None understood but God alone, To man Thy footsteps were unknown; But safe Thy people Thou didst keep, Almighty Shepherd of Thy sheep.
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