O thine, Lord, is wisdom, thine alone

1O thine, Lord, is wisdom, thine alone;
Justice and truth before thee stand:
Yet, nearer to thy glorious throne
Mercy withholds thy lifted hand.

2Each evening shows thy tender love,
Each rising morn thy plenteous grace;
Thy willing mercy flies above,
Thy willing mercy flies apace.

3To thy benign, indulgent care,
Father, this light, this life, we owe;
And all we have, and all we are,
From thee, the Source of being, flow.

4Thrice holy! thine the kingdom is,
The power omnipotent is thine;
And when created nature dies,
Thy never-ceasing glories shine.