What I have treasured in my memory!

     Since, if my soul make even with the week,

Each seventh note by right is due to thee.

I find there quarries of piled vanities,

     But shreds of holiness, that dare not venture

     To show their face, since cross to your decrees:

There the circumference earth is, heaven the center.

In so much dregs the quintessence is small:

     The spirit and good extract of my heart

     Comes to about the many hundred part.

Yet Lord restore yours image, hear my call:

     And though my hard heart scarce to you can groan,

     Remember that you once did write on stone.

                      My God and King.

Verse. The heavens are not too high,

     His praise may thither fly:

     The earth is not too low,

     His praises there may grow.

Chorus. Let all the world in ev'ry corner sing,

              My God and King.

Verse. The church with psalms must shout,

     No door can keep them out:

     But above all, the heart

     Must bear the longest part.

Chorus. Let all the world in ev'ry corner sing,

            My God and King.