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ALL who delight to serve the Lord,
    The honours of His name record;
Where’er the circling sun displays
Its rising beams and setting rays:
Let every land God’s power confess,
His sacred name for ever bless.
2  Nor time, nor nature’s narrow rounds,
Can give His vast dominion bounds;
Let no created greatness dare
With our eternal God compare;
Armed with His uncreated might,
The skies are far below His height.
3  He bows His gracious eye to view
What His created beings do;
His hand provides the sinner’s needs,
The hungry soul He richly feeds:
Bending His care to mortal things,
He lifts us high as heirs and kings.
Isaac Watts, 1674-1748‡