1 Ye saints and servants of the Lord,
The triumphs of his Name record;
His sacred name forever bless;
Where'er the circling sun displays
His rising beams or setting rays,
Due praise to his great Name address.

2 God through the world extends his sway;
The regions of eternal day
But shadows of his glory are,
To him, whose majesty excels,
Who made the heav'n in which he dwells,
Let no created pow'r compare.