Sweet Is the Memory of Thy Grace

Sweet is the me­mo­ry of Thy grace

My God

my heav’n­ly king;

Let age to age Thy right­eous­ness

In sounds of glo­ry sing.

God reigns on high

but not con­fines

His good­ness to the skies;

Through the whole earth His boun­ty shines

And ev­ery want sup­plies.

With long­ing eyes Thy crea­tures wait

On Thee for dai­ly food;

Thy li­ber­al hand pro­vides their meat

And fills their mouths with good.

How kind are Thy com­pass­ions

Lord!

How slow Thine an­ger moves!

But soon He sends His par­don­ing word

To cheer the souls He loves.

Creatures with all their end­less race

Thy power and praise pro­claim;

But saints that taste Thy rich­er grace

Delight to bless Thy name.