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 sovereign 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 every age advance His fame.