Psalm 145

David's Psalm of praise.

SECOND VERSION (L.M.)

1        O Lord, thou art my God and King;

                   Thee will I magnify and praise:

          I will thee bless, and gladly sing

                   Unto thy holy name always.

2        Each day I rise I will thee bless,

                   And praise thy name time without end.

3        Much to be prais'd, and great God is;

                   His greatness none can comprehend.

4        Race shall thy works praise unto race,

                   The mighty acts show done by thee.

5        I will speak of the glorious grace,

                   And honour of thy majesty;

          Thy wondrous works I will record.

6                 By men the might shall be extoll'd

          Of all thy dreadful acts, O Lord:

                   And I thy greatness will unfold.

7        They utter shall abundantly

                   The mem'ry of thy goodness great;

          And shall sing praises cheerfully,

                   Whilst they thy righteousness relate.

8        The Lord our God is gracious,

                   Compassionate is he also;

          In mercy he is plenteous,

                   But unto wrath and anger slow.

9        Good unto all men is the Lord:

                   O'er all his works his mercy is.

10      Thy works all praise to thee afford:

                   Thy saints, O Lord, thy name shall bless.

11      The glory of thy kingdom show

                   Shall they, and of thy power tell:

12      That so men's sons his deeds may know,

                   His kingdom's grace that doth excel.

13      Thy kingdom hath none end at all,

                   It doth through ages all remain.

14      The Lord upholdeth all that fall,

                   The cast-down raiseth up again.

15      The eyes of all things, Lord, attend,

                   And on thee wait that here do live,

          And thou, in season due, dost send

                   Sufficient food them to relieve.

16      Yea, thou thine hand dost open wide,

                   And ev'ry thing dost satisfy

          That lives, and doth on earth abide,

                   Of thy great liberality.

17      The Lord is just in his ways all,

                   And holy in his works each one.

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

                   Who call in truth on him alone.

19      God will the just desire fulfil

                   Of such as do him fear and dread:

          Their cry regard, and hear he will,

                   And save them in the time of need.

20      The Lord preserves all, more and less,

                   That bear to him a loving heart:

          But workers all of wickedness

                   Destroy will he, and clean subvert.

21      Therefore my mouth and lips I'll frame

                   To speak the praises of the Lord:

          To magnify his holy name

                   For ever let all flesh accord.