1 Almighty Ruler of the skies,
Thro' the wide earth thy name is spread,
And thine eternal glories rise
O'er all the heav'ns thy hands have made.

2 To thee the voices of the young,
There sounding notes of honor raise;
And babes with uninstructed tongue,
Declare the wonders of thy praise.

3 Thy pow'r assist their tender age
To bring proud rebels to the ground;
To still the bold blasphemers' rage,
And all their policies confound.

4 Children amidst thy temple throng,
To see their great Redeemer's face;
The Son of David is their song,
And young hosannas fill the place.

5 The frowning scribes and angry priests,
In vain their impious cavils bring;
Revenge sits silent in their breasts,
While Jewish babes proclaim their King.