I.XXV. Lord, Thou my God, I'll Thee extoll

1 LORD, Thou my God! I'll Thee extoll,
I will thy name confess;
Who wonders dost, thy counsels old
are truth and faithfulness.
2 For Thou a city mad'st an heap;
its wall in ruin lies;
The strangers palace hast eras'd;
nor ever shall it rise.

3 Therefore the mighty people shall
great glory to Thee bear;
The city of the terrible
of nations shall Thee fear.
4 Because Thou to the poor hast been
their strength, as they confess;
A happy strength to helpless ones,
in times of their distress.

Thou art a refuge from the storm,
a shadow from the heat;
When blasts of dreadful ones like storms
on walls in fury beat;
And like fierce heat in places dry;
5 But Thou shalt quell their noise,
And, as the heat by shady cloud,
suppress their dreadful voice.

6 The LORD of hosts moreover will
upon this mountain make,
A sumptuous feast of fat things for
all people to partake:
A feast of wines presev'd on lees,
for them He will prepare;
Of fat and marrow-things, of wines
that most refined are.

7 And in this mountain He destroy
the face of cov'ring shall,
Cast o'er all people, and the vail
spread over nations all.
8 For ever He will swallow up
death into victory.
The Lord JEHOVAH tears shall wipe
from ev'ry face and eye.

His people's whole reproach from all
the earth He'll take away.
9 Lo this our God! who will us save;
for Him we waiting stay!
This is the LORD on whom we have
our expectation had;
In his salvation we'll rejoyce,
and be exceeding glad.

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First Line: Lord, Thou my God, I'll Thee extoll
Language: English
Publication Date: 1758
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