I.—A General Song of Praise to God.
1How glorious is our heavenly King,
who reigns above the sky!
How shall a child presume to sing
his dreadful Majesty?
2How great his power is, none can tell,
Nor think how large his grace;
Not man below, nor saints that dwell
on high before his face:
3Nor angels that stand round the Lord,
can search his secret will;
But they perform his heavenly word,
and sing his praises still.
4Then let me join this holy train,
and my first off'rings bring;
The eternal God will not disdain
to hear an infant sing.
5My heart resolves, my tongue obeys,
and angels shall rejoice,
To hear their mighty Maker's praise
sound from a feeble voice.