How glorious is our heavenly King,
Who reigns above the sky!
How shall a child presume to sing
His awful Majesty?
How great his power is, none can tell,
Nor think how large his grace;
Not men below, nor saints who dwell
On high, before his face.
Not angels, who stand round the Lord,
Can search his secret will;
But they perform his heavenly word,
And sing his praises still.
Then let me join this holy train,
And my first offerings bring:
Th’ eternal God will not disdain
To hear an infant sing.
My heart resolves, my tongue obeys,
And angels will rejoice
To hear their mighty Maker’s praise
Sound from a feeble voice.
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First Line: | How glorious is our heavenly King |
Title: | A general Song of Praise to God |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1827 |
Notes: | Public Domain. |