My ne­ver ceas­ing songs shall show
The mer­cies of the Lord,
And make suc­ceed­ing ages know
How faith­ful is His Word.

The sac­red truths His lips pro­nounce
Shall firm as Heav’n en­dure;
And if He speak a pro­mise once,
Th’eter­nal grace is sure.

How long the race of Da­vid held
The pro­mised Jew­ish throne!
But there’s a nob­ler co­ve­nant sealed
To David’s great­er Son.

His seed for ev­er shall pos­sess
A throne above the skies;
The mean­est sub­ject of His grace
Shall to that glo­ry rise.

Lord God of hosts, Thy won­drous ways
Are sung by saints above;
And saints on earth their hon­ors raise
To Thy un­chang­ing love.