God, my king, Thy might confess­ing,
Ever will I bless Thy name;
Day by day Thy throne address­ing,
Still will I Thy praise pro­claim.

Honor great our God be­fit­teth;
Who His ma­jes­ty can reach?
Age to age His works trans­mit­teth,
Age to age His pow­er shall teach.

They shall talk of all Thy glo­ry,
On Thy might and great­ness dwell,
Speak of Thy dread acts the sto­ry,
And Thy deeds of won­der tell.

Nor shall fail from me­mo­ry’s trea­sure
Works by love and mer­cy wrought;
Works of love sur­pass­ing mea­sure,
Works of mer­cy pass­ing thought.

Full of kind­ness and com­pass­ion,
Slow to an­ger, vast in love,
God is good to all cre­ation;
All His works His good­ness prove.

All Thy works, O Lord, shall bless Thee;
Thee shall all Thy saints ad­ore:
King su­preme shall they con­fess Thee,
And pro­claim Thy so­ver­eign pow­er.