God, My King, Thy Might Confessing from Psalm 145 Richard Mant (1776-1848)

STUTTGART (8.7.8.7.) Gotha, Psalmodia Sacra 1715

God, my King, Thy might con-fess-ing,
   Ev-er will I bless Thy name;
Day by day Thy throne ad-dress-ing,
   Still will I Thy praise pro-claim.

Hon-or great our God be-fit-teth;
   Who His maj-es-ty can reach?
Age to age His works trans-mit-teth;
   Age to age His power shall teach.

They shall talk of all Thy glo-ry,
   On Thy might and great-ness dwell,
Speak of Thy great acts the sto-ry,
   And Thy deeds of won-der tell.

Nor shall fail from mem-ory's trea-sure
   Works by love and mer-cy wrought:
Works of love sur-pass-ing mea-sure,
   Works of mer-cy pass-ing thought.

Full of kind-ness and com-pass-ion,
   Slow to an-ger, vast in love,
God is good to all cre-a-tion;
   All His works in good-ness prove.

All Thy works, O Lord shall bless Thee;
   Thee shall all Thy saints a-dore.
King su-preme shall They con-fess Thee,
   And pro-claim Thy sov-ereign power.