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CXXXIX. Let ev'ry tongue thy goodness speak

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 sorrows bow the spirit down,
When virtue lies distress'd
Beneath the proud oppressor's frown,
Thou giv'st the mourner rest.

3 Thou know'st the pains thy servants feel;
Thou hear'st thy children's cry,
And their best wishes to fulfil
Thy grace is ever nigh.

4 Thy mercy never shall remove
From men of heart sincere;
Thou sav'st the souls whose humble love
Is join'd with holy fear.

5 My lips shall dwell upon thy praise,
And spread thy fame abroad;
Let all the sons of Adam raise
The honours of their God.

Text Information

• First Line: Let ev'ry tongue thy goodness speak
• Meter: C. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1790
• Topic: Rejoicing
• Notes: Now Public Domain.

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