Isaac Watts · 3 of 49

Song 1. How glorious is our heavenly King

How glorious is our heavenly King, Who reigns above the sky! How shall a child presume to sing His dreadful majesty?

How great his power is none can tell, Nor think how large his grace; Not men below, nor saints that dwell On high before his face.

Not angels, that stand round the Lord, Can search his secret will; But they perform his heavenly 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.