1 Let ev'ry tongue thy goodness speak,
Thou sov'reign Lord of all:
Thy strength'ning hands uphold the weak,
And raise the poor that fall.
2 When sorrow bows the spirit down,
Or virtue lies distress'd,
Beneath some proud oppressor’s frown,
Thou giv’st the mourners rest.
3 Thou know'st the pains His servants feel,
Thou hear'st thy children cry;
And, their best wishes to fulfil,
His grace is ever nigh.
4 His mercy never shall remove
From men of heart sincere;
Thou sav'st the souls, whose humble love
Is join'd with holy fear.
5 My lips shall dwell upon thy praise,
And spread thy fame abroad.
Let all the sons of Adam rise
The honours of their God.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | Let ev'ry tongue thy goodness speak |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1814 |
Topic: | Character and Perfections of God |
Notes: | Public Domain. |