1 My grateful tongue, immortal King,
Thy mercy shall for ever sing,
My verse to time's remotest day,
Thy truth in sacred notes display.

2 O say, what strength shall vie with thine?
What name among thy seats divine,
Of equal excellence posses'd,
Thy sovereignty, great God, contest?

3 Thee, Lord, Heaven's hosts, their leader own;
Thee might unbounded, thee alone,
With endless majesty has crown'd,
And faith, unsully'd, vests thee round.

4 The heaven above and earth below,
Thee, Lord, their great possessor know;
By thee this orb to being rose,
And all that nature's bounds inclose.

5 From thee amid the aereial space;
The north and south assume their place;
'Tis thine the ocean's rage to guide,
And calm at will its swelling tide.

6 O, blest the tribes whose willing ear
Awakes the festal shout to hear;
Who thankful see, where'er they tread,
Thy favoring beams around them spread.

7 How shall they joy from day to day,
Thy boundless mercy to display,
Thy righteousness, indulgent Lord,
With holy confidence record!

8 O wise in all thy works! thy name
Let man's whole race aloud proclaim,
And, grateful, thro' the length of days,
In ceaseless songs repeat thy praise.