I Ye saints and servants of the Lord,
The triumphs of his name record;
His sacred name forever bless.
Where-e'er the circling sun displays
His rising beams, or setting rays,
Due praise to his great name address.
II God thro' 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 wherein he dwells,
Let no created power compare.
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First Line: | Ye saints and servants of the Lord |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1787 |
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Notes: | Now Public Domain. |