1 Up to the Lord that reigns on high, And views the nations from afar, Let everlasting praises fly, And tell how large his bounties are.
2 [He that can shake the worlds he made, Or with his word, or with his rod, His goodness how amazing great! And what a condescending God!]
3 [God that must stoop to view the skies, And how to see what angels do, Down to our earth he casts his eyes, And bends his footsteps downward too.]
4 He over-rules all mortal things, And manages our mean affairs; On humble souls the King of kings Bestows his counsels and his cares.
5 Our sorrows and our tears we pour Into the bosom of our God, He hears us in the mournful hour, And helps us bear the heavy load.
6 In vain might lofty princes try Such condescension to perform; For worms were never rais'd so high Above their meanest fellow-worm.
7 O could our thankful hearts devise A tribute equal to thy grace, To the third heaven our songs should rise, And teach the golden harps thy praise.