1 Ye servants of th' almighty King,
In every 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 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'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.]