1 Ye that delight to serve the Lord,
The honors of his name record,
His sacred name for ever bless:
Where'er the circling sun displays
His rising beams, or setting rays,
Let lands and seas his pow'r confess.
2 Not time, nor nature's narrow rounds,
Can give his vast dominion bounds;
The heav'ns are far below his height:
Let no created greatness dare
With our eternal God compare,
Armed with his uncreated might.
3 He bows his glorious head to view
What the bright hosts of angels do,
And bends his care to mortal things;
His sov'reign hand exalts the poor,
He takes the needy from the door,
And makes them company for kings.
4 When childless families despair,
He sends the blessing of an heir
To rescue their expiring name:
The mother, with a thankful voice,
Proclaims his praises, and her joys:
Let ev'ry age advance his fame.
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First Line: | Ye that delight to serve the Lord |
Meter: | Proper Tune |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1790 |
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