
1 My God, my king, to Thee I'll raise
My voice, and all my powers;
Unwearied songs of sacred praise
Shall fill the circling hours.
2 Thy name shall dwell upon my tongue,
While suns shall set and rise,
And tune my everlasting song,
When all creation dies.
3 Great is the LORD! our souls adore,
We wonder whilst we praise!
His power what creature can explore,
Or equal honors raise?
4 Yet shall Thy works, almighty LORD,
Our noblest songs adorn;
Thy glorious acts we will record,
For ages yet unborn.
5 Thy praise shall be my awful theme,
The wonders of Thy power;
I'll speak the honors of Thy name,
And bid the world adore.
6 But sweetly flowing strains shall tell
The riches of Thy grace;
And songs of grateful joy reveal
Thy spotless righteousness.
7 How full the LORD's compassions flow!
His wrath, how slow to rise!
Swift pardon smiles upon his brow,
And every terror dies.
8 How large his tender mercies are!
How wide his power extends!
On his beneficence and care
The universe depends.
9 Thy power and grandeur they shall sing,
The glories of thy reign;
Thy wondrous deeds, Almighty King,
Shall fill the raptur'd strain.
10 Thy kingdom, LORD, forever stands,
While earthly thrones decay;
And time submits to Thy commands,
While ages roll away.
Source: Psalms of Grace #145c
First Line: | My God, my King, to thee I'll raise |
Title: | Praise |
Author: | Anne Steele (1760) |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1760 |
Copyright: | Public Domain |