1 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.
2 "I ask no sheep for sacrifice, "Nor bullocks burnt with fire; "To hope and love, to pray and praise, "Is all that I require.
3 "Call upon me when trouble's near, "My hand shall set thee free; "Then shall thy thankful lips declare "The honour due to me.
4 "The man that offers humble praise, "He glorifies me best; "And those that tread my holy ways "Shall my salvation taste."