P.CXIII. Ye servants of th' almighty King

1 Ye servants of th'almighty King,
In ev'ry age his praises sing;
Where'er the sun shall rise or set,
The nations shall his praise repeat.

2 Above the earth, beyond the sky,
His throne of Glory stands on high;
Nor time nor place his power restrain,
Nor bound his universal reign.

3 Which of the sons of Adam dare,
Or angels with their God compare?
His glories how divinely bright,
Who dwells in uncreated light.

4 Behold his love; he stoops to view
What saints above and angels do;
And condescends yet more to know
The mean affairs of men below.

5 From dust and cottages obscure
His grace exalts the humble poor!
Gives them the honour of his sons,
And fits them for their heav'nly thrones.

6 [A word of his creating voice
Can make the barren house rejoice;
Tho' Sarah's ninety years were past,
The promis'd seed is born at last.

7 With joy the mother views her son,
And tells the wonders God has done:
Faith may grow strong when sense despairs:
If nature fails, the promise bears.]

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First Line: Ye servants of th' almighty King
Meter: L. M.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1816
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Topic: God sovereign and gracious
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