1 My God, my King, Thy various praise
Shall fill the remnant of my days;
Thy grace employ my humble tongue,
Till death and glory raise the song.
2 The wings of every hour shall bear
Some thankful tribute to Thine ear;
And every setting sun shall see
New works of duty, done for Thee.
3 Let distant times and nations raise
The long succession of Thy praise;
And unborn ages make my song
The joy and labor of my tongue.
4 But who can speak Thy wondrous deeds?
Thy greatness all my thoughts exceeds:
Vast and unsearchable Thy ways,
Vast and immortal be Thy praise.
| Text Information | |
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| First Line: | My God, my King, Thy various praise |
| Publication Date: | 1865 |
| Notes: | Public Domain |
| Tune Information | |
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| Name: | OLD HUNDRED |
| Meter: | L. M. |
| Key: | A Major |