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,
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 promised 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.