1 Thus saith the Lord, "The spacious Fields,
"And Flocks and Herds, are mine;
"O'er all the Cattle of the Hills
"I claim a Right divine.

2 "I ask no Sheep for Sacrifice,
"Nor Bullocks burnt with Fire;
"To hope and love, to pray and praise,
"Is all that I require.

3 "Call upon me when Trouble's near,
"My Hand shall set thee free;
"Then shall thy thankful Lips declare
"The Honour due to me.

4 "The Man that offers humble Praise,
"He glorifies me best;
"And those that tread my holy Ways
"Shall my Salvation taste."