I. Watts
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.
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Thy mercy never shall remove
From men of heart sincere;
Thou sav’st the souls whose humble love
Is joined with holy fear.
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My lips shall dwell upon Thy praise,
And spread Thy fame abroad;
Let all the sons of Adam raise
The honors of their God.