Psalm CXXXVI. All Sevens Metre. The perfections and providence of God

Lift your voice and thankful sing, Praises to your heavenly king; For his blessings far extend, And his mercy knows no end.

Be the Lord your only theme, Who of Gods is God supreme; He to whom all Lords beside, Bow the knee, their faces hide.

Who asserts his just command, By the wonders of his hand; He whose wisdom, thron'd on high, Built the mansions of the sky.

He who bade the watery deep, In appointed bounds to keep And the stars that gild the pole, Thro' unmeasur'd ether roll.

Thee, O sun, whose powerful ray, Rules the empire of the day; You, O moon and stars, whose light, Cheers the darkness of the night.

He with food sustains, O earth, All which claim from thee their birth; For his blessings wide extend, And his mercy knows no end.