William Billings - Sharon - ноты, текст песни (слова)

How glorious is our heavenly King,
 Who reigns above the sky!
 How shall a child presume to sing
 His dreadful majesty!
 
 How great his power is none can tell,
 Nor think how large his grace;
 Not men below, nor saints that dwell
 On high before his face.
 
 Not angels that stand round the Lord
 Can search His secret will;
 But they perform His heavenly word,
 And sing his praises still.
 
 Then let me join this holy train,
 And my first off' rings bring;
 Th' eternal God will not disdain
 To hear an infant sing.
 
 My heart resolves, my tongue obeys,
 And angels shall rejoice,
 To hear their mighty Maker's praise
 Sound from a feeble voice.