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I will praise thee for ever.
Psalm 52:9.
My God, my King, thy various praise
Shall fill the remnant of my days;
Thy grace employ my humble tongue,
Till death and glory raise the song.
2 The wings of every hour shall bear
Some thankful tribute to thine ear,
And every setting sun shall see
New works of duty, done for thee.
3 Let distant times and nations raise
The long succession of thy praise;
And unborn ages make my song
The joy and labor of my tongue.
4 But who can speak thy wondrous deeds?
Thy greatness all my thoughts exceeds:
Vast and unsearchable thy ways,
Vast and immortal is thy praise.
Watts.