Isaac Watts, 1719
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 every hour shall bear
3. Thy truth and justice Iíll proclaim;
4. Thy works with sovereign glory shine,|
And speak Thy majesty divine;
Let Britain round her shores proclaim
The sound and honor of Thy Name.
5. Let distant times and nations raise
6. But who can speak Thy wondrous deeds?
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