1 Let ev'ry Tongue thy Goodness speak,
Thou sov'reign Lord of all;
Thy strength'ning Hands uphold the Weak,
And raise the Poor that fall.
2 When Sorrow bows the Spirit down,
Or Virtue lies distrest
Beneath some proud Oppressor's Frown,
Thou giv'st the Mourners Rest.
3 The Lord supports our tott'ring Days,
And guides our giddy Youth;
Holy and just are all his Ways,
And all his Words are Truth.
4 He knows the Pain his Servants feel,
He hears his Children cry,
And their best Wishes to fulfil,
His Grace is ever nigh.
5 His Mercy never shall remove
From Men of Heart sincere;
He saves the Souls whose humble Love
Is join'd with holy Fear.
6 [His stubborn Foes his Sword shall slay,
And pierce their Hearts with Pain;
But none that serve the Lord shall say,
"They sought his Aid in vain."]
7 [My Lips shall dwell upon his Praise,
And spread his Fame abroad;
Let all the Sons of Adam raise
The Honours of their GOD.]
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First Line: | Let ev'ry Tongue thy Goodness speak |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1740 |
Scripture: | ; |
Topic: | Afflicted: and tempted, supported; Attributes of God; Compassion of God(9 more...) |