13 Monarchs of wide command, Praise ye th' eternal King; Judges, adore that sovereign hand Whence all your honours spring.
14 Let vigorous youth engage To sound his praises high; While growing babes, and withering age, Their feebler voices try.
15 United zeal be shown, His wondrous fame to raise; God is the Lord: his name alone Deserves our endless praise.
16 Let nature join with art, And all pronounce him blest; But saints that dwell so near his heart, Should sing his praises best.