Classic Poem

1.

Ye faithful Servants of your God,
On Him be all your praise bestow'd;
Through time's extended course his Name
Shall praise, and thanks, and homage, claim.

2.

Its circuit from the East begun,
To farthest West his fame shall run,
His glory Earth's wide Realms o'erflow,
Nor highest Heav'ns its limit know.

3.

Great is the Lord, and great his Praise;
What God like Him our Thoughts can raise?
O whom to Him shall Mortals dare
To equal, whom to Him compare?

4.

He sits aloft, o'er Gods a God,
Eternity his dread Abode,
Yet stoops to view, and, view'd, records
The scenes that Earth's low seat affords;

5.

He from the dust uplifts the Poor,
And gives the abject and obscure,
The dunghill for a throne exchang'd,
To sit with mightiest Monarchs rang'd.

6.

'Tis His the barren house to bless;
His gift let each the Babes confess,
That, long to her request denied,
The joyful Mother's care divide.