1 Sweet is the memory of Thy grace,
My God, my heavenly King!
Let age to age Thy righteousness
In sounds of glory sing.
2 God reigns on high, but ne'er confines
His goodness to the skies;
Through the whole earth His bounty shines,
And every want supplies.
3 With longing eyes Thy creatures wait
On Thee for daily food;
Thy liberal hand provides their meat,
And fills their mouths with good.
4 How kind are Thy compassions, Lord!
How slow Thine anger moves!
But soon He sends His pardoning word,
To cheer the souls He loves.
5 Creatures with all their endless race,
Thy power and praise proclaim;
But saints, who taste Thy richer grace,
Delight to bless Thy Name.
|First Line:||Sweet is the memory of Thy grace|
|Topic:||God: His Goodness; Epiphany, Second Sunday; Twenty Second Sunday after Trinity|
|Notes:||Alternate tune #397 or #417|
|Notes:||Source from index: Playford's Psalter, 1671|