My God, how wonderful thou art (James Turle)

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  • (Posted 2020-11-10)  CPDL #61309:       
Editor: Andrew Sims (submitted 2020-11-10).   Score information: A4, 1 page, 46 kB   Copyright: CPDL
Edition notes: The hymn with four-part harmony and underlaid words in the version published in Hymns Ancient & Modern New Standard
  • (Posted 2020-11-10)  CPDL #61308:       
Editor: Andrew Sims (submitted 2020-11-10).   Score information: A4, 1 page, 70 kB   Copyright: CPDL
Edition notes: The hymn in the version published in Hymns Ancient & Modern New Standard, melody with words.
  • (Posted 2016-11-25)  CPDL #42052:         
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General Information

Title: My God, how wonderful thou art
Composer: James Turle
Tune: Westminster (St Margaret)
Lyricist: Frederick William Faber

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB
Genre: SacredHymn   Meter: 86. 86 (C.M.)

Language: English
Instruments: Organ

First published:
    2nd published: 1983 in Hymns Ancient and Modern, New Standard, no. 102
Description: Descants to the hymn are available by Alan Gray and Geoffrey Shaw.

External websites:

Original text and translations

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1  My God, how wonderful thou art,
Thy majesty how bright,
How beautiful thy mercy-seat,
In depths of burning light!

2  How dread are thine eternal years,
O everlasting Lord,
By prostrate spirits day and night
Incessantly adored!

3  How wonderful, how beautiful,
The sight of thee must be,
Thine endless wisdom, boundless power,
 And aweful purity!


4  O how I fear thee, living God,
With deepest, tenderest fears,
And worship thee with trembling hope,
And penitential tears.

5  Yet I may love thee too, O Lord,
Almighty as thou art,
For thou hast stooped to ask of me
The love of my poor heart.


6  No earthly father loves like thee,
No mother, e'er so mild,
Bears and forbears as thou hast done
With me, thy sinful child.

7  Father of Jesus, love's reward,
What rapture it will be,
Prostrate before thy throne to lie,
And gaze and gaze on thee!