Thus Saith the Lord, “The Spacious Fields”

Thus saith the Lord

“The spa­cious fields

And flocks

and herds

are Mine;

O’er all the cat­tle of the hills

I claim a right di­vine.

“I ask no sheep for sac­ri­fice

Nor bul­locks burnt with fire;

To hope and love

to pray and praise

Is all that I re­quire.

“Call up­on Me when trou­ble’s near

My hand shall set thee free;

Then shall thy thank­ful lips de­clare

The hon­or due to Me.

The man that of­fers hum­ble praise

He glo­ri­fies Me best;

And those that tread My ho­ly ways

Shall My sal­va­tion taste.