Words: Isaac Watts
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.