v.14-16,22-24 <br />C. M. <br />Christ our strength and righteousness. <br /> <br />My Savior, my almighty Friend, <br />When I begin thy praise, <br />Where will the growing numbers end, <br />The numbers of thy grace? <br /> <br />Thou art my everlasting trust, <br />Thy goodness I adore; <br />And since I knew thy graces first, <br />I speak thy glories more. <br /> <br />My feet shall travel all the length <br />Of the celestial road, <br />And march with courage in thy strength, <br />To see my Father God. <br /> <br />When I am filled with sore distress <br />For some surprising sin, <br />I'll plead thy perfect righteousness, <br />And mention none but thine. <br /> <br />How will my lips rejoice to tell <br />The vict'ries of my King! <br />My soul, redeemed from sin and hell, <br />Shall thy salvation sing. <br /> <br />My tongue shall all the day proclaim <br />My Savior and my God; <br />His death has brought my foes to shame, <br />And drowned them in his blood. <br /> <br />Awake, awake, my tuneful powers; <br />With this delightful song <br />I'll entertain the darkest hours, <br />Nor think the season long.<br /><br />Isaac Watts<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/psalm-71-part-2/
