My God, My King, Thy Various Praise

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.

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.

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.

Thy works with sov­er­eign glo­ry shine

And speak Thy ma­jes­ty di­vine;

Let us upon all shores pro­claim

[originally

Let Bri­tain round her shores pro­claim]

The sound and hon­or of Thy name.

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.

But who can speak Thy won­drous deeds?

Thy great­ness all our thoughts ex­ceeds;

Vast and un­search­able Thy ways

Vast and im­mor­tal be Thy praise!