PRAISE. From Herbert

O King of Glory, King of Peace, Thee only will I love: Thee, that my Love may never cease, Incessant will I move!

For Thou hast granted my Request, For Thou my Cries hast heard, Mark'd all the Workings of my Breast, And hast in Mercy spar'd.

Wherefore with all my Strength and Art Thy Mercy's Praise I sing; To Thee the Tribute of my Heart, My Soul, my All I bring.

What tho' my Sins against me cry'd? Thou didst the Sinner spare: In vain th' Accuser still reply'd, For Love had charm'd thy Ear.

Thee sev'n whole Days, not one in sev'n, Unweary'd will I praise, And in my Heart, a little Heav'n, Thy Throne triumphant raise.

Soften'd and vanquish'd by my Tears Thou could'st no more withstand, But when stern Justice call'd for Fears, Disarm'd her lifted Hand.

Small is it in this humble sort Thy Mercy's Pow'r to raise: For ev'n Eternity's too short To utter all thy Praise.