DIVINE SONGS.

B

How glorious is our heavenly King,

Who reigns above the sky!

How shall a child presume to sing

His dreadful Majesty?

How great his power is none can tell, Nor think how large his grace;

Not men below, nor saints that dwell

On high before his face.

Not angels, that 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 shall rejoice

To hear their mighty Maker's praise

Sound from a feeble voice.

II.

PRAISE FOR CREATION AND PROVIDENCE,

I SING th' almighty power of God,
That made the mountains rise,

That spread the flowing seas abroad,
And built the lofty skies.

I sing the wisdom that ordain'd
The sun to rule the day:

The moon shines full at his command,
And all the stars obey.

I sing the goodness of the Lord,

That fill'd the earth with food:

He form'd the creatures with his word,

And then pronounced them good.