Isaac Watts, 1674-1748
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,
3. Call upon me when trouble's near,|
My hand shall set thee free
Then shall thy thankful lips declare
The honor due to me.
4. The man that offers humble praise,
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