Praise

Verse 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.

Verse 2

Thy name shall dwell upon my tongue, While suns shall set and rise, And tune my everlasting song, When all creation dies.

Verse 3

Great is the LORD! our souls adore, We wonder whilst we praise! His power what creature can explore, Or equal honors raise?

Verse 4

Yet shall Thy works, almighty LORD, Our noblest songs adorn; Thy glorious acts we will record, For ages yet unborn.

Verse 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.

Verse 6

But sweetly flowing strains shall tell The riches of Thy grace; And songs of grateful joy reveal Thy spotless righteousness.

Verse 7

How full the LORD's compassions flow! His wrath, how slow to rise! Swift pardon smiles upon his brow, And every terror dies.

Verse 8

How large his tender mercies are! How wide his power extends! On his beneficence and care The universe depends.

Verse 9

Thy power and grandeur they shall sing, The glories of thy reign; Thy wondrous deeds, Almighty King, Shall fill the raptur'd strain.

Verse 10

Thy kingdom, LORD, forever stands, While earthly thrones decay; And time submits to Thy commands, While ages roll away.