THE PSALMS of DAVID, PSALM LXXXIX

The Mercies of the Lord, I'll sing, And never cease the Song; From Age to Age, thy Faithfulness I'll publish with my Tongue. For I have said, that Mercy shall Forever built remain; Thy Faithfulness, thou, in the Heav'ns, And like them, wilt maintain. "With mine Elect, I form'd a League, "An Oath to David swore; "I'll fix thy Seed, and build thy Throne, "Secure forevermore. The Heav'ns, for thy great Wonder, Lord, Shall with thy Praises ring; While thine assembled Saints, on Earth, Thy Faithfulness shall sing. But who of all the heav'nly Hosts, May with the Lord compare? What Sons of all the earthly Gods, Vie with Iehovah, dare? God's Terror strikes his Saints below, With a religious Fear; And awful Rev'rence guards the Minds, That round his Throne appear.