6 But who can speak thy wondrous deeds? Thy greatness all our thoughts exceeds! Vast and unsearchable thy ways! Vast and immortal be thy praise! Psalm 145:2. 1-7 11-13. First Part. The greatness of God. 1 Long as I live I'll bless thy Name, My King, my God of love; My work and joy shall be the same In the bright world above. 2 Great is the Lord, his power unknown, And let his praise be great: I'll sing the honours of thy throne, Thy works of grace repeat. 3 Thy grace shall dwell upon my tongue; And while my lips rejoice, The men that hear my sacred song Shall join their cheerful voice. 4 Fathers to Sons shall teach thy Name, And children learn thy ways; Ages to come thy truth proclaim, And nations sound thy praise. 5 Thy glorious deeds of ancient date Shall thro' the world be known; Thine arm of power, thy heavenly state, With public splendor shown. 6 The world is manag'd by thy hands, Thy saints are rul'd by love; And thine eternal kingdom stands, Tho' rocks and hills remove. Psalm 145:3. 7 &c. Second Part. The goodness of God. 1 Sweet is the memory of thy grace, My God, my heavenly king; Let age to age thy righteousness In sounds of glory sing. 2 God reigns on high, but not confines His goodness to the skies; Thro' the whole earth his bounty shines, And every want supplies. 3 With longing eyes thy creatures wait On thee for daily food, Thy liberal hand provides their meat And fills their mouths with good. 4 How kind are thy compassions, Lord! How slow thine anger moves! But soon he sends his pardoning word To cheer the souls he loves. 5 Creatures, with all their endless race, Thy power and praise proclaim; But saints that taste thy richer grace Delight to bless thy Name. Psalm 145:4. 14 17 &c. Third Part. Mercy to sufferers; or, God hearing prayer. 1 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 sorrow bows the spirit down, Or virtue lies distrest Beneath some proud oppressor's frown, Thou giv'st the mourners rest. 3 The Lord supports our tottering days, And guides our giddy youth; Holy and just are all his ways, And all his words are truth. 4 He knows the pains his servants feel, He hears his children cry, And their best wishes to fulfil His grace is ever nigh. 5 His mercy never shall remove From men of heart sincere; He saves the souls whose humble love Is join'd with holy fear. 6 [His stubborn foes his sword shall slay, And pierce their hearts with pain; But none that serve the Lord shall say, "They sought his aid in vain."] 7 [My lips shall dwell upon his praise, And spread his fame abroad; Let all the sons of Adam raise The honours of their God.] Psalm 146:1. L. M. Praise to God for his goodness and truth. 1 Praise ye the Lord, my heart shall join In work so pleasant, so divine, Now, while the flesh is mine abode, And when my soul ascends to God.