How Glorious Is Our Heavenly King

How glo­ri­ous is our heav’n­ly king

Who reigns ab­ove the sky!

How shall a child pre­sume to sing

His aw­ful ma­jes­ty?

How great His pow’r is

none can tell

Nor think how large His grace;

Not men be­low

nor saints who dwell

On high

be­fore His face.

Not an­gels

who stand round the Lord

Can search His sec­ret will;

But they per­form His heav’n­ly word

And sing His prais­es still.

Then let me join this ho­ly train

And my first of­fer­ings bring;

Th’eter­nal God will not dis­dain

To hear an in­fant sing.

My heart re­solves

my tongue ob­eys

And an­gels will re­joice

To hear their migh­ty mak­er’s praise

Sound from a fee­ble voice.