ALL glory be to Thee,

ALL glory be to Thee, Who dwellest high in heaven; Not to a feeble child of clay Be praise or worship given: Thy hand the mightiest can o'erthrow, And dash their every idol low.

All glory, Lord, be Thine, Our fortress and our shield: Whose arm upholds Thine Israel, And strengthens for the field: In Thee Thy faithful people trust, And lay the proudest in the dust.

Blest by Thy favour, Lord, No foe can work us ill: Supported by Thy gracious word, We feel Thee present still; And e'en in death and in the grave Shall own Thy power to help and save. Robert Allan Scott,