Psalm 145

David's Psalm of praise.

FIRST VERSION (C.M.)

1        I'll thee extol, my God, O King;

                   I'll bless thy name always.

2        Thee will I bless each day, and will

                   thy name for ever praise.

3        Great is the Lord, much to be prais'd;

                   his greatness search exceeds.

4        Race unto race shall praise thy works,

                   and shew thy mighty deeds.

5        I of thy glorious majesty

                   the honour will record;

          I'll speak of all thy mighty works,

                   which wondrous are, O Lord.

6        Men of thine acts the might shall show,

                   thine acts that dreadful are;

          And I, thy glory to advance,

                   thy greatness will declare.

7        The mem'ry of thy goodness great

                   they largely shall express;

          With songs of praise they shall extol

                   thy perfect righteousness.

8        The Lord is very gracious,

                   in him compassions flow;

          In mercy he is very great,

                   and is to anger slow.

9        The Lord JEHOVAH unto all

                   his goodness doth declare;

          And over all his other works

                   his tender mercies are.

10      Thee all thy works shall praise, O Lord,

                   and thee thy saints shall bless;

11      They shall thy kingdom's glory show,

                   thy pow'r by speech express:

12      To make the sons of men to know

                   his acts done mightily,

          And of his kingdom th' excellent

                   and glorious majesty.

13      Thy kingdom shall for ever stand,

                   thy reign through ages all.

14      God raiseth all that are bow'd down,

                   upholdeth all that fall.

15      The eyes of all things wait on thee,

                   the giver of all good;

          And thou, in time convenient,

                   bestow'st on them their food:

16      Thine hand thou open'st lib'rally,

                   and of thy bounty gives

          Enough to satisfy the need

                   of ev'ry thing that lives.

17      The Lord is just in all his ways,

                   holy in his works all.

18      God's near to all that call on him,

                   in truth that on him call.

19      He will accomplish the desire

                   of those that do him fear:

          He also will deliver them,

                   and he their cry will hear.

20      The Lord preserves all who him love,

                   that nought can them annoy:

          But he all those that wicked are

                   will utterly destroy.

21      My mouth the praises of the Lord

                   to publish cease shall never:

          Let all flesh bless his holy name

                   for ever and for ever.