Ye That Delight to Serve the Lord

Ye that de­light to serve the Lord

The hon­ors of His name re­cord

His sac­red name for ev­er bless;

Where’er the circ­ling sun dis­plays

His ris­ing beams

or set­ting rays

Let lands and seas His pow­er con­fess.

Not time

nor na­ture’s nar­row rounds

Can give His vast do­min­ion bounds

The heav’ns are far be­low His height:

Let no cre­at­ed great­ness dare

With our eter­nal God com­pare

Armed with His un­cre­at­ed might.

He bows His glo­ri­ous head to view

What the bright hosts of an­gels do

And bends His care to mor­tal things;

His sov­er­eign hand ex­alts the poor

He takes the nee­dy from the door

And makes them com­pa­ny for kings.

When child­less fa­mi­lies des­pair

He sends the bless­ing of an heir

To res­cue their ex­pir­ing name;

The mo­ther

with a thank­ful voice

Proclaims His prais­es and her joys:

Let ev­ery age ad­vance His fame.