Psalm 113

Words: Isaac Watts

  "Church Triumphant,"  James W. Elliott, 1874

 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,
    Stands his high throne of majesty;
    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 honor of his sons,
    And fits them for their heav'nly thrones.

 6  A word of his creating voice
    Can make the barren house rejoice;
    Though Sarah's ninety years were past,
    The promis'e 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, tile promise bears.

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