Words: Isaac Watts
Proper tune 888.888 (AAC BBC)
The majesty and condescension of God. 1 Ye that delight to serve the Lord, The honors of his name record, His sacred name for ever bless; Where'er the circling sun displays His rising beams, or setting rays, Let lands and seas his power confess. 2 Not time, nor nature's narrow rounds, Can give his vast dominion bounds, The heav'ns are far below his height: Let no created greatness dare With our eternal God compare, Armed with his uncreated might. 3 He bows his glorious head to view What the bright hosts of angels do, And bends his care to mortal things; His sov'reign hand exalts the poor, He takes the needy from the door, And makes them company for kings. 4 When childless families despair, He sends the blessing of an heir, To rescue their expiring name; The mother, with a thankful voice, Proclaims his praises and her joys: Let ev'ry age advance his fame. God, sovereign and gracious. 1 Ye servants of th' Almighty King, In ev'ry 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 promis'e 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.