1 God, my King, thy might confessing,
ever will I bless thy name;
day by day thy throne addressing,
still will I thy praise proclaim.
2 Honor great our God befitteth;
who his majesty can reach?
Age to age his work transmitteth;
age to age his pow'r shall teach.
3 They shall talk of all thy glory,
on thy might and greatness dwell,
speak of thy dread acts the story,
and thy deeds of wonder tell.
4 Nor shall fail from mem'ry's treasure
works by love and mercy wrought;
works of love surpassing measure,
works of mercy passing thought.
5 Full of kindness and compassion,
slow to anger, vast in love,
God is good to all creation;
all his works his goodness prove.
6 All thy works, O Lord, shall bless thee;
thee shall all thy saints adore.
King supreme shall they confess thee,
and proclaim thy sovereign pow'r.
|First Line:||God, my King, thy might confessing|
|Title:||God, My King, Thy Might Confessing|
|Author:||Richard Mant (1824, alt. 1990)|
|Topic:||God: His perfections; Anniversaries; Constancy(3 more...)|
|Source:||Psalmodia Sacra, Gotha, 1715; arr.|