How Sweet the Praise

How sweet the praise

how high the theme

To sing of Him who rules su­preme

Who dwells at God’s right hand on high

Yet looks on us with ten­der eye.

Th’an­gel­ic host in count­less throngs

Recount His glo­ries in their songs

And gold­en harps sa­lute His ear;

Yet our weak praise He deigns to hear.

The pla­nets roll their or­bits round;

Unnumbered worlds

in space pro­found

Are ruled by Him

by Him con­trolled;

Yet He’s the Shep­herd of our fold.

Exalted high up­on His throne

The uni­verse is all His own;

Untold the hon­ors He doth wear;

Yet we are ob­jects of His care.