LYRICS
| Meter: | 8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
| | Writer(s): | Isaac Watts
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| | Dates: | 1719
| | Bible Refs: | Ps 145
| Church Hymnal (Church of Ireland) 1960
| 1960
| 6
| Hymns and Psalms with SA Sup.
| 1983
| 12
| Hymns and Songs
| 1969
| 47
| Oxford Hymn Book
| 1925
| 251
| Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts - Psalms
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| 145
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| 1. My God, my King,
Thy various praise
Shall fill the remnant of my days;
Thy grace employ
my humble tongue
Till death and glory raise the song.
2. The wings of every hour shall bear
Some thankful tribute to Thine ear;
And every setting sun shall see
New works of duty done for Thee.
3. Thy truth and justice I’ll proclaim;
Thy bounty flows an endless stream;
Thy mercy swift, Thine anger slow,
But dreadful to the stubborn foe.
4. Thy works with
sovereign glory shine,
And speak Thy majesty divine;
Let us upon all shores proclaim
The sound and honor of Thy Name.
5. Let distant times
and nations raise
The long succession of Thy praise,
And unborn ages make my song
The joy and labor of their tongue.
6. But who can speak
Thy wondrous deeds?
Thy greatness all
our thoughts exceeds?
Vast and unsearchable Thy ways,
Vast and immortal be Thy praise!
7. **alt verses
8. Thy works with sovereign
glory shine,
And speak Thy majesty divine;
Let Britain round
her shores proclaim
The sound and honor of Thy Name.
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