Psalm 136

UNto the LORD, ô ye
Give thanks, for good is he:
His mercies sure
Do still endure:
For they eternall be.
The God of Gods proclame,
With praises to his Name:
His mercies sure
Do still endure
Eternally the same.
The Lord of Lords most high,
With praises magnifie:
His mercies sure
Do still endure,
To all eternitie.
To him that wrought, alone,
Great wonders many a one:
His mercies sure
Do still endure,
To ages all made known.
To him that formed by
His wisdom all the skie:
His mercies sure
Do still endure,
To perpetuitie.
That did the earth extend
The seas to comprehend:
His mercies sure
Do still endure,
And never have an end.
To him whose pow'r divine,
Did make great lights to shine,
His mercies sure
Do still endure,
Not subject to decline.
The Sun to rule and sway
The motions of the day:
His mercies sure
Do still endure,
And never fall away.
The Moon and starres of light,
He made to rule by night:
His mercies sure
Do still endure;
For they are infinite.

2. Part.
TO him your thanks devote,
Who Aegypts first-born smote:
His mercies sure
Do still endure,
Of everlasting note.
And from among them all,
Brought Isr'el out of thrall:
His mercies sure
Do still endure:
And so for ever shall.
With arm out stretched and
With his Almighty hand:
His mercies sure
Do still endure:
For they eternall stand.
To him that did divide
The Sea on either side:
His mercies sure
Do still endure,
And evermore abide.
And Isr'els passage made
Amidst it to evade:
His mercies sure
Do still endure,
And never fail nor fade.
But Pharaoh did confound,
His hoast in red Sea drown'd:
His mercies sure
Do still endure,
And ever shall abound.
To him that led his own
Through deserts all unknown:
His mercies sure
Do still endure:
As permanent alone.
To him that smote and slew
Great Kings and famous too:
His mercies sure
Do still endure,
And so shall ever do.
King Sihon he did smite,
That Giant Amorite:
His mercies sure
Do still endure,
Continuing day and night.
And OG of Bashan King,
He did to ruine bring:
His mercies sure
Do still endure,
An unexhausted spring.
And did their land engage
To be an heritage:
His mercies sure
Do still endure,
Out-wearing time and age.
That heritage befell
His servant Israel:
His mercies sure
Do still endure;
Times constant parallel.
Who thought on our estate,
When low and desolate:
His mercies sure
Do still endure,
And bear eternall date.
Redeeming us from those
That were our mortall foes:
His mercies sure
Do still endure,
A spring that ever flows.
For he provideth meat,
Whereof all flesh may eat:
His mercies sure
Do still endure,
For ever most compleat.
The God of heaven therefore
With thankfull thoughts adore:
His mercies sure
Do still endure,
Henceforth for evermore.