Words: Brady and Tate, A New Version of the Psalms of David
1 With my whole heart, my God and King, thy praise I will proclaim; Before the gods with joy I'll sing, and bless thy holy name
2 I'll worship at thy sacred seat; and, with thy love inspired, The praises of thy truth repeat, o'er all thy works admired.
3 Thou graciously inclin'dst thine ear, when I to thee did cry; And, when my soul was pressed with fear, didst inward strength supply.
4 Therefore shall ev'ry earthly prince thy name with praise pursue, Whom these admired events convince that all thy works are true.
5 They all thy wondrous ways, O Lord, with cheerful songs shall bless; And all thy glorious acts record, thy awful pow'r confess.
6 For God, although enthroned on high, does thence the poor respect; The proud far off his scornful eye beholds with just neglect.
7 Tho' I with troubles am oppressed, he shall my foes disarm; Relieve my soul when most distressed, and keep me safe from harm.
8 The Lord, whose mercies ever last, shall fix my happy state; And, mindful of his favors past, shall his own work complete.