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 pow'r 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 |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1789 |
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