SONG I.

A general Song of Praise to GOD.

I.

HOW glorious is our heav'nly 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.