I. Watts

C.M.

Let every tongue Thy goodness speak,

Thou sovereign Lord of all,

Thy strengthening hands uphold the weak

And raise the poor that fall.

2

When sorrows bow the spirit down,

When virtue lies distressed;

Beneath the proud oppressor’s frown,

Thou giv’st the mourner rest.

3

Thou know’st the pains Thy servants feel,

Thou hear’st Thy children’s cry;

And their best wishes to fulfil,

Thy grace is ever nigh.

4

Thy mercy never shall remove

From men of heart sincere;

Thou sav’st the souls whose humble love

Is joined with holy fear.

5

My lips shall dwell upon Thy praise,

And spread Thy fame abroad;

Let all the sons of Adam raise

The honors of their God.