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 ev'ry Hour shall bear
Some thankful Tribute to thine Ear;
And ev'ry setting Sun shall see
New Works of Duty done for Thee.

3 Thy Truth and Justice I'll proclaim;
Thy Bounty flows, an endless Stream;
Thy Mercy swift, thine Anger slow,
But dreadful to the stubborn foe.

4 Thy Works with sov'reign Glory shine,
And speak thy Majesty divine;
Let Britain round her Shores proclaim
The Sound and Honour of thy Name.

5 Let distant Times and Nations raise
The long Succession of thy Praise,
And unborn Ages make my Song
The Joy and Labour of their Tongue.

6 But who can speak thy wond'rous Deeds,
Thy greatness all our Thoughts exceeds;
Vast and unsearchable thy Ways,
Vast and immortal be thy Praise.