v.7ff <br />C. M. <br />The goodness of God. <br /> <br />Sweet is the memory of thy grace, <br />My God, my heav'nly King; <br />Let age to age thy righteousness <br />In sounds of glory sing. <br /> <br />God reigns on high, but not confines <br />His goodness to the skies; <br />Through the whole earth his bounty shines, <br />And every want supplies. <br /> <br />With longing eyes thy creatures wait <br />On thee for daily food; <br />Thy lib'ral hand provides their meat, <br />And fills their mouths with good. <br /> <br />How kind are thy compassion's, Lord! <br />How slow thine anger moves! <br />But soon he sends his pard'ning word <br />To cheer the souls he loves. <br /> <br />Creatures with all their endless race <br />Thy power and praise proclaim; <br />But saints that taste thy richer grace <br />Delight to bless thy name.<br /><br />Isaac Watts<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/psalm-145-part-2/
