Thus speaks the high and lofty One; ye tribes of earth, give ear; The words of your Almighty King with sacred rev’rence hear: 2 Amidst the majesty of heav’n my throne is fix’d on high; And through eternity I hear the praises of the sky: 3 Yet, looking down, I visit oft the humble hallow’d cell; And with the penitent who mourn ’tis my delight to dwell; 4 The downcast spirit to revive, the sad in soul to cheer; And from the bed of dust the man of heart contrite to rear.