Hymn: The Heaven's My Throne, Saith The Lord Our God Poem by John Bowring

The heaven's my throne, saith the Lord our God,
Although my feet the earth have prest;
But where have I built my own abode,
And where is the place of my rest?


The world is the work of my own right hand;
The things that were, the things that are,
And the things that shall be, I command,
While I sit in my strength afar.


I look from the height of my glory-shrine,
And laugh at human pomp and pride:
While I bid the smile of blessing shine
On the lowliest valley's side.


My spirit shall dwell in the poor man's home,
His peace, his hope, his joy shall be,
And a dawn of bliss from days to come
Be bright with eternity.