The mercies of my God and King
My tongue shall still pur­sue:
O hap­py they who, while they sing
Those mer­cies, share them too!

As bright and last­ing as the sun,
As lof­ty as the sky,
From age to age Thy truth shall run,
And chance and change de­fy.

The co­ve­nant of the King of kings
Shall stand for ev­er sure;
And ’neath the sha­dow of Thy wings
Thy saints re­pose se­cure.

Thine is the earth, and Thine the skies,
Created at Thy will:
The waves at Thy com­mand arise,
At Thy com­mand are still.

In earth be­low, in Heav’n above,
Who, who is Lord like Thee?
O spread the Gos­pel of Thy love
Till all Thy glo­ries see.