Thus Saith the Lord, The Spacious Fields

Melody -

Isaac Watts, 1674-1748

Thus saith the Lord, "The spacious fields,
And flocks, and herds, are mine;
O'er all the cattle of the hills
I claim a right divine.

2. I ask no sheep for sacrifice,
Nor bullocks burnt with fire;
To hope and love, to pray and praise,
Is al] that I require.

3. Call upon me when trouble's near,
My hand shall set thee free
Then shall thy thankful lips declare
The honor due to me.

4. The man that offers humble praise,
He glorifies me best;
And those that tread my holy ways
Shall my salvation taste.

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