Classic Poem

O God, my king, I will adore
And magnify thy name,
To thee the praise I will restore,
And blazon ever more and more
Thy glory, of eternal fame.

I will acknowledge day by day
Thy grace with thankful heart;
And to thy name the praise repay,
And thine immortal worth display,
Nor ever from the theme depart.

The Lord is infinitely great,
And of amazing might;
His endless being knows no date,
His greatness is above all height,
And should our utmost laud excite.

One generation shall declare
To all succeeding times
Thy works and providential care,
Thy pow'r, which high o'er earth and air,
And topmost heav'n itself sublimes.

As for my part, I will converse
Upon religious themes,
Thy glory and thy praise rehearse,
And psalms upon thy word disperse,
Which with perpetual wonder teems:

So that the language of mankind
Upon thine acts shall dwell;
Thy works in matchless skill design'd,
And in such harmony combin'd,
I likewise will the chorus swell.

The justly memorable tale
Of thine abounding love,
Shall o'er malevolence prevail,
And men with songs thy truth shall hail,
Connecting earth with heav'n above.

The Lord is of exceeding grace
In pardon to our sin,
Long-suffering to the human race,
And great our follies to efface,
And good our contrite hearts to win.

The Lord his tenderness extends
To every man and beast;
His pity with his bounty blends,
To all their sustenance he sends,
From greatest to the last and least.

Lord, all thy works thy laud include,
The vocal and the mute;
And all thy saints elect, endu'd,
With never-failing gratitude,
To their glad harps their numbers suit

The glories of thine endless reign
In hymns of praise they shew;
And sing of thy supreme domain,
Which thou transcendest to maintain
By marvels various, great and new.

That thine uncontroverted pow'r,
The lustre of thy throne,
And might exerted day and hour,
Which can o'er all resistance tow'r,
Should to all human kind be known.

Thou art an everlasting king,
In endless glory crown'd;
Truth is the signet of thy ring,
And thy dominion takes a swing
From alpha—from omega—round.

The Lord, the grand support of all,
From heav'n where he resides,
Recovers such as faint or fall,
And kindly listens to the call
Of those that sink, or him that slides.

The eyes of all, O Lord, appeal,
And heav'n wards look to thee;
And in due season thou shalt deal
For every beak and mouth its meal,
By fixt and regular decree.

Thine hand, omnipotent to save,
Thou open'st from on high,
And to it all things living crave,
From air, from earth, and from the wave,
And have a plentiful supply

The Lord has all his word fulfill'd
In measure passing thought;
And whatsoe'er his wisdom will'd,
His matchless art has aptly skill'd,
And to the last perfection brought.

The Lord to those is ever near
Whose lips his aid invoke;
Yea, such as hearty faith endear
By holy meekness, and by fear,
And yield them to his easy yoke.

He will compleat the fervent vows
Of them that fear his laws,
He likewise will their part espouse,
And for their help his might arouse,
And patronize their righteous cause.

The Lord is gracious to uphold
All those that love his word;
But severs from his special fold,
And will not such a race behold,
As have nor praise nor pray'r preferr'd.

My mouth shall to the Lord confess
His meritorious praise;
Let all mankind his fear caress,
And as with holy thanks they bless
His name for ever, ever blaze.