SONG I. A general Song of Praise to GOD. Isaac Watts Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. T185045 K123515.000 Watts, Isaac, 1674-1748. Divine songs: attempted in easy language for the use of children. By I. Watts, D.D. London Printed for J. Buckland; J. F. and C. Rivington; T. Longman; W. Fenner; T. Field; and E. and C. Dilly 1777 pp. []-2. xii,58,[2]p.; 12⁰.

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SONG I. A general Song of Praise to GOD . I. HOW glorious is our heav'nly King , Who reigns above the Sky ! How shall a Child presume to sing His dreadful Majesty ? II . How great his Pow'r is , none can tell , Nor think how large his Grace ; Not Men below , nor Saints that dwell On high before his Face . III . Not Angels that stand round the LORD , Can search his secret Will ; But they perform his heav'nly Word , And sing his Praises still . IV . Then let me join this holy Train , And my first Off'rings bring ; Th' eternal GOD will not disdain To hear an Infant sing . V. My Heart resolves , my Tongue obeys , And Angels shall rejoice , To hear their mighty Maker's Praise Sound from a feeble Voice .