Dr. Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David ‎#248

248. Ye servants of th' almighty King

1 Ye servants of th' almighty King,
In ev'ry age his praises sing;
Where'er the sun shall rise or set,
The nations shall his praise repeat.

2 Above the earth, beyond the sky,
Stands his high throne of majesty;
Nor time, nor place, his pow'r restrain,
Nor bound his universal reign.

3 Which of the sons of Adam dare,
Or angels, with their God compare?
His glories how divinely bright,
Who dwells in uncreated light!

4 Behold his love; he stoops to view
What saints above and angels do;
And condescends yet more, to know
The mean affairs of men below.

5 From dust and cottages obscure,
His grace exalts the humble poor;
Gives them the honor of his sons,
And fits them for their heav'nly thrones.

6 [A word of his creating voice
Can make the barren house rejoice:
Tho' Sarah's ninety years were past,
The promis'd seed is born at last.

7 With joy the mother views her son,
And tells the wonders God has done:
Faith may grow strong when sense despairs;
If nature fails, the promise bears.]

Text Information

• First Line: Ye servants of th' almighty King
• Meter: L. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1790
• Scripture:
  Psalm 113

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