He bids us make his glories known

God, help us make your glories known,
your works of power and grace:
and we'll convey your wonders on
to each and every race,
remembering how you split the sea,
and showed a pathway through;
the watery walls defined the way
as Israelites fled their foe.

Your wondrous pillar marked their road,
a guide of shade and light;
by day it proved a sheltering cloud,
a leading fire by night.
Their need for water was supplied,
abundant waters fell!
A rock gushed rivers by their side —
a constant miracle.

And manna, like a morning shower,
lay thick around their feet:
the corn of heaven, so light, so pure,
was their angelic meat.
God, all may learn that you alone
are where our hope shall stand,
for we can see your glorious works,
and yield to your commands


Source: In Melody and Songs: hymns from the Psalm versions of Isaac Watts #33