PSALM CXLV.

George Burgess

Crown'd with the crown of dazzling state,
Great is the Lord; his praise be great:
Descending years his deeds proclaim,
And age to age shall sound his name.

Eternal down that living tide,
Amidst their songs my song shall glide;
For I will praise thy robes of light,
And sing the wonders of thy might.

Greatness and goodness, love and fear,
Man tells of thee, and earth shall hear;
How sweet thy mercy's gentle beams,
How rich thy bounty's ceaseless streams.

In grace so vast, so slow to wrath,
The Lord's kind love is o'er our path:
Joy lives by him in all that live,
And taste the wealth his bounties give.

King of the world, each living thing
Shall join the praise thy saints would bring,
Lift on the winds a glorious strain,
And sing thy dazzling pow'r and reign.

Might, glory, splendour, dwell with thee;
And all the peopled earth shall see:
Nor change nor time thine empire owns,
From age to age, the throne of thrones.

On thee reclines the trembler's trust;
Thou lift'st the fallen from woe and dust:
Pray'r looks to thee in countless eyes,
And bread for all, thy love supplies.

Rejoicing at thine open'd hand,
All living things around thee stand:
So righteous, Lord, are all thy ways;
So all thy works thy goodness praise!

To him that calls the Lord is nigh,
To him that lifts a faithful cry:
Up e'en to reach the courts above,
Ascends the wish of fear and love.

When hastes the Lord his own to save,
Then yawns for guilt the awful grave!
Ye tribes of earth, oh, join my soul,
To praise his name while ages roll!