1.

Thee, Lord, my harp's awaken'd strings
Shall praise, and to the ear of Kings,
Whose pow'rs thy sacred impress bear,
The ardor of my zeal declare.

2.

In low prostration, tow'rd thy shrine,
His knees thy Servant shall incline,
And thankful teach the rapt'rous lay
Thy Faith and Mercy to display.

3.

Thy Sanctity all height transcends;
Thy word eternal Truth attends;
Thy Pow'r, while Thee my pray'r address'd,
Has fill'd with Heav'n-born strength my breast.

4.

Earth's Lords, by thy instructions led,
With Israel 's sons thy path shall tread,
And, joyous, as they march along,
Thy Glory chaunt in grateful song.

5.

Inthron'd above the lostiest sky,
Thou deign'st the Humble to descry,
And, from thy distant seat, deride
The frantic boasts of human pride.

6.

When hostile troops excite my fear,
Thy quick'ning Grace my heart shall chear,
Thy hand compose their furious strife,
And rescue from the sword my life.

7.

What bliss thy promise bids me share,
Haste, Lord, to yield; nor from thy care
(O ever faithful, wise and good,)
The creature of thy hands exclude.