1 Praise to the Sov'reign of the sky,
Who from his lofty throne
Looks down on all that humble lie,
And calls such souls his own.
2 The haughty sinner he disdains,
Tho' gems his temples crown;
And from the seat of pomp and pride,
His vengeance hurls him down.
3 On his afflicted pious poor
He makes his face to shine;
He fills their cottages of clay
With lustre all divine.
4 Among the meanest of thy flock
There let my dwelling be,
Rather than under gilded roofs,
If absent, Lord, from thee.
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First Line: | Praise to the Sov'reign of the sky |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1789 |
Topic: | Confidence and Resignation: God the Comfort of the pious Poor |
Notes: | Public Domain. |