41. O God, most holy are thy ways

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 light’ning’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.