Go Ad-Free
If you regularly use Hymnary.org, you might benefit from eliminating ads. Consider buying a Hymnary Pro subscription.
I How glorious is our heavenly King,
Who reigns above the sky?
How shall a child presume to sing
His dreadful Majesty?
II How great his pow'r is none can tell,
Nor think how large his grace;
Not men below, nor saints that dwell
On high before his face.
III Not angels, that stand round the Lord,
Can search his secret will;
But they perform his heav'nly word,
And sing his praises still.
IV Then let me join this holy train,
And my first off'rings bring:
Th’ eternal God will not disdain
To hear an infant sing.
V My heart resolves, my tongue obeys;
And angels shall rejoice
To hear their mighty Maker’s praise
Sound from a feeble voice.
Text Information | |
---|---|
First Line: | How glorious is our heavenly King |
Meter: | Short Metre |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1787 |