Full Lyrics
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;
The eternal God will not disdain
To hear an infant sing.
My heart resolves, my tongue obeys,
And angels shall rejoice,
To hear their mighty Maker’s praise
Sound from a feeble voice.
