This comes from The 1777 New England Primer, which I made an updated version of a few years ago.
How glorious is our heavenly King,
Who reigns above the sky!
How shall a child presume to sing
His righteous majesty!
How great His power is none can tell,
Nor think how great His grace;
Nor men below, nor saints that dwell
On high before His face.
Nor angels that stand 'round the Lord,
Can know His secret will;
But they perform His heavenly Word,
and sing His praises still.
Then let me join this holy train,
And my first offerings bring;
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.
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