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Psalm 113:1 Proper Time [Ye That Delight To Serve The Lord]
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Psalm 113:1. Proper Time
The majesty and condescension of God.

Ye that delight to serve the Lord,
The honours of his Name record,
His sacred Name for ever bless:
Where’er the circling sun displays
His rising beams, or setting rays,
Let lands and seas his power confess.

Not time, nor nature’s narrow rounds,
Can give his vast dominion bounds,
The heavens are far below his height:
Let no created greatness dare
With our eternal God compare,
Arm’d with his uncreated might.

He bows his glorious head to view
What the bright hosts of angels do,
And bends his care to mortal things;
His sovereign hand exalts the poor,
He takes the needy from the door,
And makes them company for kings.

When childless families despair,
He sends the blessings of an heir
To rescue their expiring name:
The mother with a thankful voice
Proclaims his praises and her joys:
Let every age advance his fame.