The spacious earth is all the Lord's; The Lord's her fulness is

Verse 1

The spacious earth is all the Lord's; the Lord's her fulness is; The world, and they that dwell therein, by sov'reign right are his.

Verse 2

He fram'd and fix'd it on the seas; and his Almighty hand Upon inconstant floods has made the stable fabric stand.

Verse 3

But for himself, this Lord of all one chosen seat design'd; O! who shall to that sacr?d hill deserv'd admittance find.

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The man, whose hands and heart are pure, whose thoughts from pride are free; Who honest poverty prefers to gainful perjury.

Verse 5

This, this is he, on whom the Lord shall show'r his blessings down; Whom God, his Saviour, shall vouchsafe with righteousness to crown.

Verse 6

Such is the race of saints, by whom the sacred courts are trod; And such the proselytes that seek the face of Jacob's God.

Verse 7

Erect your heads, eternal gates; unfold, to entertain The King of Glory; see! he comes with his celestial train.

Verse 8

Who is this King of Glory? who? the Lord, for strength renown'd; In battle mighty; o'er his foes, eternal victor crown'd.

Verse 9

Erect your heads, ye gates; unfold in state to entertain The King of Glory; see! he comes with all his shining train.

Verse 10

Who is this King of Glory? who? the Lord of hosts, renown'd; Of glory he alone is King, who is with glory crown'd.