1 To all my brethren I'll declare
The triumphs of God's name;
In presence of assembled saints,
His glory I'll proclaim.
2 'Tis his supreme prerogative
O'er subject kings to reign;
'Tis just that he should rule the world,
Who does the sorld sustain.
3 The rich, who are with plenty fed,
His bounty must confess;
The sons of want, by him relieve'd,
Their gen'rous patron bless.
4 With humble worship, to his throne
They all for Aid resort;
That pow'r, which first their beings gave,
Can only them support.
Source: A Collection of Psalms and Hymns for Publick Worship #P.XXIV