How sweet the praise, how high the theme

1 How sweet the praise, how high the theme,
To sing of Him who rules supreme,
Who dwells at God’s right hand on high,
Yet looks on us with tender eye.

2 Th’angelic host in countless throngs
Recount His glories in their songs,
And golden harps salute His ear;
Yet our weak praise He deigns to hear.

3 The planets roll their orbits round;
Unnumbered worlds, in space profound,
Are ruled by Him, by Him controlled;
Yet He’s the Shepherd of our fold.

4 Exalted high upon His throne,
The universe is all His own;
Untold the honors He doth wear;
Yet we are objects of His care.


Source: The Cyber Hymnal #14735

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