Psalm CXXXVIII

To thee, my God, my heart shall bring,
The lively grateful song;
Attending kings shall hear me sing,
With rapture on my tongue.

Before thy throne with prostrate joy,
I will adore thy name;
Thy praise shall be my best employ,
Thy love and truth my theme.

Amid the glories of thy name,
Thy truth exalted shines!
A faithful God thy words proclaim
In everlasting lines.

When in the day of deep distress,
To thee, my God, I cried,
With strength divine thy powerful grace
My fainting soul supply'd.

The monarchs of the earth shall hear,
And join my sacred lays;
Thy glorious name with joy revere,
And sing thy wondrous praise.

The eternal God looks kindly down,
And smiles on humble souls;
But from afar his piercing frown
The sons of pride controuls.

What though around my painful way
Continual trouble grows;
Thy saving hand shall be my stay,
And crush my wrathful foes.

Thou, Lord, wilt all my hopes fulfill,
To thee the work belongs;
Let endless mercy guide me still,
And tune my grateful songs.