The greatness of God. <br /> <br />My God, my King, thy various praise <br />Shall fill the remnant of my days; <br />Thy grace employ my humble tongue <br />Till death and glory raise the song. <br /> <br />The wings of every hour shall bear <br />Some thankful tribute to thine ear; <br />And every setting sun shall see <br />New works of duty done for thee. <br /> <br />Thy truth and justice I'll proclaim; <br />Thy bounty flows an endless stream; <br />Thy mercy swift, thine anger slow, <br />But dreadful to the stubborn foe. <br /> <br />Thy works with sovereign glory shine, <br />And speak thy majesty divine; <br />Let Britain round her shores proclaim <br />The sound and honor of thy name. <br /> <br />Let distant times and nations raise <br />The long succession of thy praise, <br />And unborn ages make my song <br />The joy and labor of their tongue. <br /> <br />But who can speak thy wondrous deeds? <br />Thy greatness all our thoughts exceeds? <br />Vast and unsearchable thy ways, <br />Vast and immortal be thy praise!<br /><br />Isaac Watts<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/psalm-145/
