Text:Praise

XX. Praise

1 O King of glory, King of peace,
Thee only will I love;
Thee that love may never cease,
Incessant will I move.

2 For thou hast granted my Request,
For thou my Cries hast heard;
Mark'd all the Workings of my Breast,
And hast in Mercy spar'd.

3 Therefore with all my Strength and Art
Thy Mercy I will sing:
To thee the Tribute of my Heart,
My Soul, my all I bring.

4 What tho' my Sins against me cried,
Thou did'st the Sinner spare:
In vain th' Accuser loud replied;
For Love had charm'd thy Ear.

5 The seven whole days, not one in seven,
Unwearied will I praise,
And in my Heart as in thy Heaven,
Thy Throne triumphant raise.

6 Soften'd and vanquish'd by my Tears
Thou coud'st no more withstand,
But when stern Justice call'd for Fears
Disarm'd her lifted Hands.

7 Small is it in this humble sort
Thy mercy's Fame to raise;
For even Eternity's too short
To utter all thy Praise!

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First Line: O King of glory, King of Peace
Title: Praise
Language: English
Publication Date: 1737
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