Thine, Lord, is wisdom, Thine alone; Justice and truth before Thee stand: Yet, nearer to Thy sacred throne, Mercy withholds Thy lifted hand. Each evening shows Thy tender love, Each rising morn Thy plenteous grace; Thy wakened wrath doth slowly move, Thy willing mercy flies apace. To Thy benign, indulgent care, Father, this light, this breath, we owe; And all we have, and all we are, From Thee, great Source of being, flow. Thrice Holy! Thine the kingdom is, The power omnipotent is Thine; And when created nature dies, Thy never ceasing glories shine.