Religion
Psalm CXLV
From Paraphrase on the Psalms of David in Metre (1692)
My God and King, I'le thee extol,
And bless thy [holy] name always:
I'le magnifie thee every day,
And thy name [will for] ever praise.
Great is the Lord, and greatest praise
Is due [from all] to him alone;
His greatness is unsearchable,
And to [us] men [but] little known.
One age of mortals shall transmit
His praise to that [which next] succeeds;
They shall declare thy famous works,
And celebrate thy [mighty] deeds.
The glory of thy Majesty
And honour I will [daily] speak;
And of thy great and wondrous works
My tongue shall frequent mention make.
It shall be mens delight to tell
How [great and] dreadful thy works are;
And my employment it shall be
Thy [boundless] greatness to declare.
The mention of thy goodness great
Shall [largely] exercise their tongues;
Thy Truth and Righteousness shall be
The matter of their [daily] songs.
The Lord is very gracious,
[Tender] compassions in him flow;
His mercy is exceeding great,
He's unto anger [very] slow.
That unto all the Lord is good,
His [common] mercies do declare;
And over all his other works
His [great and] tender mercies are.
Lord, all thy works shew forth thy praise,
Thy Saints thy [holy] name shall bless;
Thy Kingdom's glory they shall speak,
Their tongues [shall] thy [great] power express.
To make known to the sons of men
His [many] strange and mighty deeds;
And that in glorious Majesty
His Kingdom [all our] praise exceeds.
Thy Kingdom everlasting is,
A Kingdom firm [unchang'd] and sure;
Thine absolute Dominion
Doth through each age [the same] endure.
The Lord of mercy them upholds,
Who [sink and] fall into distress;
And riseth those that are cast down,
And doth their wrongs [and griefs] redress.
The eyes of all do wait on thee,
Thy [bounteous] hand doth them relieve;
And unto all sufficient food
In [time and] measure thou dost give.
Thou openest thy liberal hand,
To [maintain] all enough it gives;
To satisfie the just desire
Of every thing [by food] that lives.
The Lord is just in all his ways,
Holy in all [the works] he doth;
He's nigh to all that call on him,
That [humbly] call on him in truth.
He will fulfil the just desire
Of those who do him [fear and] serve;
He'll hear their cry in their distress,
And them from [threatned] hurt preserve.
The God of Love will safely keep
All those that do him [truly] love;
But all the hateful wicked race
[Dreadful] destruction shall remove.
With thankful heart my mouth shall speak
The praises of the [glorious] Lord;
And let all flesh from age to age,
To bless his [holy] name accord.
Cite this poem
MLA
Baxter, Richard. “Psalm CXLV.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/baxter/144/.
Chicago
Baxter, Richard. “Psalm CXLV.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/baxter/144/.
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